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[Chorus:] Time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand Lions is all we really no lambs Get money split it over my broham When you go outside don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam When you go outside... Ok so time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand Lions is all we really no lambs Get money split it over my broham When you go outside don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam Don't let the door slam When you go outside (keep quiet) [Verse 1:] Grace is low I say a prayer for all of mine Searching for a fix and any broken times I let my ankle feed my hunger pain Plotting with my brother from another mother about running thangs Another rhyme table mission Cause right mayne paying off it ain't no food in the kitchen Letras de cancionesSo I'm a get thee peed with that L or that smell That make those smoker go crazy can you feel me like Brell? Politicking bout a move or two So we can put em for the city like they youla do And all them hore that didn't call me boo Or read they backs when they see that wrong cruising through Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers Watching for the laws with the judges on call Shuck and jive and to get by with this pistol in my draws [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Now who that picking in my window? Music on crescendo, live into the sounds of the indo Playing King Kong on Nintendo I can't trust a soul niggas giving up they kinfolk Grandmammas mamas and baby mothers Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers Get scared find themselves undercover You knew the consequences of pushing the junky's hubors I tell the story how it lead Don't bring no dirt in mind Don't speak on what you see Always call before you gone You get jammed you don't know me Lead that Y at the door Wash your hand before you eat Don't play the game if it ain't keeps Be ready for the vittles better practice what you preach You ain't the stand-up type that find a seat Your blood is thicker than water but both them thang leak [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Them tattletales tell the tails of cars and clothes The playa than pose for cameras and shine the hoes Glim and glow wonder stroll with lights in the club With drinks as 30 and shots as dubs And people get kisses and hugs then niggas with plugs Minus the slang, not talking bout tubs Talking bout base you thinking bout submarine maybe The weather hoes in yo boat The people that tell me people you know The people that hurt, the people you owe, time Na Daddy ain't around to hold them down, nah For the Benz with broads and rims instead of breaking Even with odds and ends you doing 5 to 10 On the late night, for swimming in pools with grape whites You smell that dirty money, don't last 'tween to London Or Paris, life is more than carrot and fuck costs On the low that tic toc is worth mo' [Chorus] From Letras Mania