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Fayze - Times Ours (feat. Deen Keyto) Lyrics
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Yo son, they ready for this one
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhoooooo
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
I'm a smooth damn criminal
All about residuals
An individual that cares less about a minuscule (mind)
Thought I told you in the hook that this is our (time)
Damn seven days ago everything was all (fine)
Been gettin' to the bag, that's for certain
Got a burgundy one for the shorty and that's a Birkin
Got a black one too, with a black 22
Incase a nigga ridin' around and tryna get to lurkin
Slice after slice after slice till I get a loaf
You're burnin' through the bread, that's how you get toast
C-notes, I get those, I flip those
I'mma Trapper not a rapper these rappers be rappin' with big nose
Between you and I, been ballin' on the court
Got money comin' back and then fourth like a suicide
Tryna get into a path and a newer ride
Tryna get up outta the hood into a suit and tie
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
Speedin' when I'm movin', you just losin' when you do it
I'm just choosin' to influence, only realest and the truest
I'm the most ruthless, rude and abusive
On the mic when I prove it, I don't think you wanna do this
Like, ahhhhhh
Shit's about to go down (Yeah yeah)
Are you ready for a throwdown (What? what?)
You wanna start in what round? (Huh? huh?)
F*ck it, I'ma finish now
If you ain't heard of me, I murder beats so perfectly
So I get away clean with murder in the first degree
And my pens on fire so the pages suffer third degree
Burns when I'm heatin' up, concern when you speak of us
Some will jig you up, some got heaters tucked
Others leave your jaw hangin' brass knuckle uppercuts
F*ck with us, no belt, but you still buckle up
If it's rhyme battlin' , and you challengin' , then knuckle up
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
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Yo son, they ready for this one
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhoooooo
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
I'm a smooth damn criminal
All about residuals
An individual that cares less about a minuscule (mind)
Thought I told you in the hook that this is our (time)
Damn seven days ago everything was all (fine)
Been gettin' to the bag, that's for certain
Got a burgundy one for the shorty and that's a Birkin
Got a black one too, with a black 22
Incase a nigga ridin' around and tryna get to lurkin
Slice after slice after slice till I get a loaf
You're burnin' through the bread, that's how you get toast
C-notes, I get those, I flip those
I'mma Trapper not a rapper these rappers be rappin' with big nose
Between you and I, been ballin' on the court
Got money comin' back and then fourth like a suicide
Tryna get into a path and a newer ride
Tryna get up outta the hood into a suit and tie
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
Speedin' when I'm movin', you just losin' when you do it
I'm just choosin' to influence, only realest and the truest
I'm the most ruthless, rude and abusive
On the mic when I prove it, I don't think you wanna do this
Like, ahhhhhh
Shit's about to go down (Yeah yeah)
Are you ready for a throwdown (What? what?)
You wanna start in what round? (Huh? huh?)
F*ck it, I'ma finish now
If you ain't heard of me, I murder beats so perfectly
So I get away clean with murder in the first degree
And my pens on fire so the pages suffer third degree
Burns when I'm heatin' up, concern when you speak of us
Some will jig you up, some got heaters tucked
Others leave your jaw hangin' brass knuckle uppercuts
F*ck with us, no belt, but you still buckle up
If it's rhyme battlin' , and you challengin' , then knuckle up
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
F*ck a slice, get your bread up till you make a loaf
Most rappers like to cap and they do the most
Time ours, make way, move dummy
Think power, f*ck fame, get money
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Writer: B Phoenix, P. Martinez, B. Phoenix, S. Thomas, A. Hernandez
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