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Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio (God I love this sample) We're going to dance And exercise And have some fun I ain't got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar Who the fuck you talkin' to motherfucka? Boy I ain't got tiiiime for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy? Boy I ain't got time Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it That I got this car, so I took scenic Passenger a white boy, look like River Pheonix First... (Happy birthday!!!) You bitch ass nigga yep, I'm thirstay The little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me I ain't fuck with you bitch ass in the first place I ain't got tiiiime for these niggas Letras de cancionesBetter throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar Who the fuck you talkin' to motherfucka? Boy I ain't got tiiiime for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy? Boy I ain't got time Nat Turner would be so proud of me Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they'll bow to me But, you a house nigga, so you don't know How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair Cuz' you already know how slow my shit grow (Hey) Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Been the man with a bigger plan Niggas know the deal When I set upon, bet I get a 100 mil' Next line, I'll have em' like woah I've been kissing white boys since 2004 One need to See three Ms Four, five, six years ago Suck selling figure Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up I'mma be common, so you gon' need commas Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada You ain't important I'mma keep sporting All smiles over here Shout out to the garden (Tick tock) And, I just handle all my business like a chess board (Tick tock, tick, tock) And them golf boys, that's my muthafuckin' set boy Hard to swallow like some thick soda Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda Do the Skywalker, riding round' sola And the kid skin sprite, and my tint cola Getting neck from the ball like some big shoulders Til' I bust like that 9 in your heat holster Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster And I bred orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa Green bread, I be chilling like a clean sofa It's that thick odor Young money T Young fuckers, black boy, oh silly me (I ain't got time!) Better talk shit 'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf shit Pants got a little flood, nigga pipe down A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe down (Boy I ain't got time!) To be sittin' here right now 'Cause niggas dying every day And I ain't light brown And i-D ain't wanna give a nigga no pose So I went and did a 12 page spread in Vogue (Nigga I ain't got time!) Listen man I'm dat boy All you lil niggas clones, boy I feel dat boy You better kill that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth Tick, Tock Tick, Tock Tick, Tock "Fuck... Hello" From Letras Mania