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Right now we got some new music here on Golf Radio
(God I this sample)
We're going to
And
And have fun

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

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

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

Nat Turner be so proud of me
Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they from 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 know
How that shit go with my big lips and my big
And my big dick and my hair
you already know how slow my shit grow

(Hey)
Tick
tock
Tick
tock

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

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

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