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Passin Time Video (MV)




Performed By: BigTigTaro
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Tyler Owens




BigTigTaro - Passin Time Lyrics




Let's get to poppin like a bag of kernels
Butter flowing on these hoes
And throwing Ls to anyone that earned em
I opened up and they pulled out my sternum
And now I'm lying here dead with a note framing y'all for murder

On the run tho
Catch me if you can
Call me Rondo
How I pull these 9s up out of 10
Yo but I ain't really stressing man
Cuz I soon I'll be like Messi man
10s up out 10s
Like yo I need your mama recipe

And you can try to hate the work but I clocked in
I'm still the coldest motherf*cker when I walk in
So talk shit I don't care about opinions
Story rags to riches and I plan on making millions

Stayed quiet for a year to make em wait for it
They still be sleeping on the kid but yo they ain't snoring
Feel like Ginobili and Parker in that game 4 and
I stayed dunking on you bitches like its wake forest

I can be the f*cking villain with the last laugh
But I ain't really into music for that cash grab
So go ahead and put my name up in a hashtag
But don't get too offended when you snap and I can clap back

They be moving out of pocket but I keep going
I be colder than the winter but it keep snowing
Hella bitches wanna cuddle when that breeze blowing
Finna pin a bitch down like we went bowling

Had to get the ball rolling in a new court
Slaying bitches like I'm pro up in a new sport
She can suck it if she wanna like it's Too Short
Sloppy sounding better than Alisha singing New York

Your crazy
If you're thinking I'm lazy
Want the money so I got the blueprint off of Jay Z
Dave East and Swae Lee
So nobody can save me
Maybe if you want a couple bangers
Then pay me huh

Dyslexic J. Cole and then Cool J
F*ck this I wanna hear what they all say
I'm in good hands like a client at AllState
Either way the cookie crumbles I be chipping in all day

True shit no one lended a hand to me
Not friends, not teachers, or family
I don't really get why y'all be moving so candidly
Saying that you helped with very little severity

And I could be the next Jack or Bryson
And it do be sounding hella enticing
But I ain't gonna lie, with the numbers on the line
Making sure my flows are wetter than a phone in some rice yeah

And you know it's just a fact of life
God damn you got me out here quoting LA Knight
And that ain't right
God damn I may fight
And I ain't trying
Homie I'm just passing time
Yeah
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Let's get to poppin like a bag of kernels
Butter flowing on these hoes
And throwing Ls to anyone that earned em
I opened up and they pulled out my sternum
And now I'm lying here dead with a note framing y'all for murder

On the run tho
Catch me if you can
Call me Rondo
How I pull these 9s up out of 10
Yo but I ain't really stressing man
Cuz I soon I'll be like Messi man
10s up out 10s
Like yo I need your mama recipe

And you can try to hate the work but I clocked in
I'm still the coldest motherf*cker when I walk in
So talk shit I don't care about opinions
Story rags to riches and I plan on making millions

Stayed quiet for a year to make em wait for it
They still be sleeping on the kid but yo they ain't snoring
Feel like Ginobili and Parker in that game 4 and
I stayed dunking on you bitches like its wake forest

I can be the f*cking villain with the last laugh
But I ain't really into music for that cash grab
So go ahead and put my name up in a hashtag
But don't get too offended when you snap and I can clap back

They be moving out of pocket but I keep going
I be colder than the winter but it keep snowing
Hella bitches wanna cuddle when that breeze blowing
Finna pin a bitch down like we went bowling

Had to get the ball rolling in a new court
Slaying bitches like I'm pro up in a new sport
She can suck it if she wanna like it's Too Short
Sloppy sounding better than Alisha singing New York

Your crazy
If you're thinking I'm lazy
Want the money so I got the blueprint off of Jay Z
Dave East and Swae Lee
So nobody can save me
Maybe if you want a couple bangers
Then pay me huh

Dyslexic J. Cole and then Cool J
F*ck this I wanna hear what they all say
I'm in good hands like a client at AllState
Either way the cookie crumbles I be chipping in all day

True shit no one lended a hand to me
Not friends, not teachers, or family
I don't really get why y'all be moving so candidly
Saying that you helped with very little severity

And I could be the next Jack or Bryson
And it do be sounding hella enticing
But I ain't gonna lie, with the numbers on the line
Making sure my flows are wetter than a phone in some rice yeah

And you know it's just a fact of life
God damn you got me out here quoting LA Knight
And that ain't right
God damn I may fight
And I ain't trying
Homie I'm just passing time
Yeah
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Writer: Tyler Owens
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