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I got time for these niggas
throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, like a seminar
Who the you talkin' to motherfucka?
Boy I got time for these bitches
Better throw a at these hoes
Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a hose
Who the fuck you talking to, boy?
Boy I ain't got

Boy, I a Kleenex
How I got far? Boy, I can't believe it
That I got this car, so I scenic
a white boy, look like River Phoenix
(Happy birthday!)
You ass nigga yep, I'm thirsty
The little that you threw, they ain't hurt me
I ain't with you bitch ass in the first place

I ain't got tiiiime for these
Better throw a at the boy
Had my in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar
Who the you talkin' to motherfucka?
Boy I got time for these bitches
Better throw a at these hoes
Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water
Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin
Boy I ain't got

Nat Turner would be so of me
Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they from me
I bet all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, bow to me
But, you a house nigga, so you don't
How that go with my big lips and my big nose
And my big and my short hair
'Cause you already how slow my shit grow

(Hey)
Tick
tock
Tick
Tick

Been the man with a plan
know the deal
When I set upon it, I bet I get a 100 mil'
line, I'll have em' like woah
I've been kissing white boys 2004
One to See three Ms
Four, five, six ago
selling figure
Conversations Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up
I'ma commas, you gon' leave comments
Saying I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada
You important
I'mma keep
All Smiles Over
Shout out to The
(Tick tock)
And, I just handle all my business like a chess
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And them golf boys, that's my set boy
Hard to swallow like thick soda
Walk wit' it, 'cause my look like thick Yoda
Do the Skywalker, round' sola
And the kid sprite, and my tint cola
Getting neck from the ball some big shoulders
Til' I bust like that 9 in heat holster
Everything I say is hot, I speak toaster
And I bred orthodox I eat kosher
out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa
Green bread, I be like a clean sofa
It's that thick
Young T
Young fuckers, boy, oh silly me
(I got time!)

talk shit
'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf
Pants got a little flood, pipe down
A lil uzi, lil way I wipe down
(Boy I got time!)
To be here right now
'Cause dying every day
And I light brown
And i-D ain't wanna give a no pose
So I went and did a 12 page spread in
(Nigga I got time!)

man I'm dat boy
All you lil clones, boy I feel dat boy
You better that noise
Turn around and route
When see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"