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Donte Edwards - No Time Lyrics





Y'all talking bout that You tired of the pain

Tired of the struggles but you ain't made a change

Putting out ya hand nigga stay up out my lane I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

Putting out ya hand nigga stay up out my lane





Fix ya face my nigga why your lips hanging all out pouting like a lil braud guess you know you just assed out talking how you living say you grinding from the beginning reaching in your pocket boy when you know ain't nothing up in it Now you gone cry foul aint gotta give ya no bread ain't gotta give ya no loan put in work to lay my head i told ya not to be simpin out here trying to gain Attention I hope that pussy gone feed ya hear your stomach from a distance He say tay it's f*cked up I say homie good luck smoking all lil ya roaches no need to call im up better overdraft that card put 5 off in that tank try to Uber or some my dawg I ain't no motherf*cking bank
No charity In my name no handouts can't see ya acting like you ran a marathon breathing hard I can't be ya cause you sitting around no hate no hustle game no cake that fake shit gone end ya homie stay up out my way



Y'all talking bout that You tired of the pain
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Y'all talking bout that You tired of the pain

Tired of the struggles but you ain't made a change

Putting out ya hand nigga stay up out my lane I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

I owe ya nothing get up on ya grind mane

Putting out ya hand nigga stay up out my lane





Fix ya face my nigga why your lips hanging all out pouting like a lil braud guess you know you just assed out talking how you living say you grinding from the beginning reaching in your pocket boy when you know ain't nothing up in it Now you gone cry foul aint gotta give ya no bread ain't gotta give ya no loan put in work to lay my head i told ya not to be simpin out here trying to gain Attention I hope that pussy gone feed ya hear your stomach from a distance He say tay it's f*cked up I say homie good luck smoking all lil ya roaches no need to call im up better overdraft that card put 5 off in that tank try to Uber or some my dawg I ain't no motherf*cking bank
No charity In my name no handouts can't see ya acting like you ran a marathon breathing hard I can't be ya cause you sitting around no hate no hustle game no cake that fake shit gone end ya homie stay up out my way



Y'all talking bout that You tired of the pain
[ Correct these Lyrics ]


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