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I got time for these niggas
throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a
Who the you talkin' to motherfucka?
Boy I got time for these bitches
Better a clock at these hoes
Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a hose
Who the fuck you talking to, boy?
Boy I got time

Boy, I a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can't it
That I got car, so I took scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River
(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 niggas
Better throw a at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' a seminar
Who the fuck you to motherfucka?
Boy I ain't got for these bitches
Better throw a clock at hoes
Had hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose
Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin
Boy I got time

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

(Hey)
tock
Tick
tock
Tick

the man with a bigger plan
Niggas know the
When I set upon it, feel I bet I get a 100
Next line, I'll have em' like
I've been kissing white boys 2004
One to See three Ms
Four, five, six ago
Suck figure
Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause fucked up
I'ma read commas, you gon' leave
Saying I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada
You ain't
keep sporting
All Over Here
Shout out to The
(Tick tock)
And, I handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And them golf boys, my muthafuckin' set boy
to swallow like some thick soda
Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like Yoda
Do the Skywalker, riding round'
And the kid skin sprite, and my tint
Getting neck from the ball like big shoulders
Til' I bust like 9 in your heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak
And I bred like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big
bread, I be chilling like a clean sofa
It's thick odor
money T
Young fuckers, black boy, oh me
(I got time!)

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

man I'm dat boy
All you lil niggas clones, boy I dat boy
You better kill that
around and remap route
When they see that boy them figures and that gap tooth
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
"Fuck. Hello"