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PT - Time Right Lyrics



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I said I'm sippin' Wokiesha, my vision blurry, I can't see ya
Baby, she love me, she comin' every time I see her
Rock with a 40, I see a phony, tryna leave him
Them niggas jabronis, I swear I wouldn't wanna be em
Get to bussing this Nina I'm talkin', every time I B him
She bringin' the doe in you see a P, you gotta fee him
Bet she walkin' the blade, if she got feet, I'm tryin' bleed em
But these bitches, they love me because the way a nigga treat em
I be slidin' in traffic with two Glocks, you can't see em
Them niggas is broke and I swear I wouldn't wanna be em
She knowin' I'm wavy, I bet lil' baby wanna sea him
She came with a friend, a real freak, I'm tryin' meet em
Said I'm
Rollin' up this wood to get my mind right
I'ma have cop a Prezi, when the time right
I'm really rappin' just for fun, f*ck the limelight
I get her all alone, I'm tryin' to see what Leo signs like
Yeah, I just walk inside Dior like I own the place
She wanna post me on the gram, but I can't show my face
Sliding in foreigns, a hundred miles, cause I'm known to race
Sliding in foreigns, a hundred miles, I can't slow the pace
Ayy, get your money and don't worry what them hoes say
Remember when I hit two hoes in the same day
Bagging up the za, I hit the road and make the same play
Called my ho to send it back, she said it came late
I'm really gettin' to it though, let's make a movie ho
I'm tryin' to make a scene while I f*ck you in the studio
I need me a down bitch, I ain't f*ckin' with no groupie ho
She tell me she love me, I know she lie, I'm playin' stupid though
She really got me hypnotized the way her booty go
I'm coolin' though, still a paint nigga like I'm Coolio
I'm steady winnin', but I'm knowin' how that losin' go
I'm talkin' bout this paper, it ain't nothin' if I lose a ho
Cause if I'm losin' one, I'm gainin' one, or maybe two or four
But I ain't trippin' on them cause I'm knowin' how the choosing go
I said I love her, but I'm still gon' pass it like I'm Rubio
I play my cards right, but I can summon hoes like Yu-Gi-Oh
Said I be smokin' on this dope
They really left me in the rain without a coat
And the day they close the top on my casket
That's the day that I'ma stop, I'm on go
That's the day that I'ma stop, I'm on go
I be slidin' in that tinted four door
Pretty hoe all night, give throat
Every day wake up, get dough
I be slidin' in that tinted four door
Every day wake up, get dough
Get dough
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I said I'm sippin' Wokiesha, my vision blurry, I can't see ya
Baby, she love me, she comin' every time I see her
Rock with a 40, I see a phony, tryna leave him
Them niggas jabronis, I swear I wouldn't wanna be em
Get to bussing this Nina I'm talkin', every time I B him
She bringin' the doe in you see a P, you gotta fee him
Bet she walkin' the blade, if she got feet, I'm tryin' bleed em
But these bitches, they love me because the way a nigga treat em
I be slidin' in traffic with two Glocks, you can't see em
Them niggas is broke and I swear I wouldn't wanna be em
She knowin' I'm wavy, I bet lil' baby wanna sea him
She came with a friend, a real freak, I'm tryin' meet em
Said I'm
Rollin' up this wood to get my mind right
I'ma have cop a Prezi, when the time right
I'm really rappin' just for fun, f*ck the limelight
I get her all alone, I'm tryin' to see what Leo signs like
Yeah, I just walk inside Dior like I own the place
She wanna post me on the gram, but I can't show my face
Sliding in foreigns, a hundred miles, cause I'm known to race
Sliding in foreigns, a hundred miles, I can't slow the pace
Ayy, get your money and don't worry what them hoes say
Remember when I hit two hoes in the same day
Bagging up the za, I hit the road and make the same play
Called my ho to send it back, she said it came late
I'm really gettin' to it though, let's make a movie ho
I'm tryin' to make a scene while I f*ck you in the studio
I need me a down bitch, I ain't f*ckin' with no groupie ho
She tell me she love me, I know she lie, I'm playin' stupid though
She really got me hypnotized the way her booty go
I'm coolin' though, still a paint nigga like I'm Coolio
I'm steady winnin', but I'm knowin' how that losin' go
I'm talkin' bout this paper, it ain't nothin' if I lose a ho
Cause if I'm losin' one, I'm gainin' one, or maybe two or four
But I ain't trippin' on them cause I'm knowin' how the choosing go
I said I love her, but I'm still gon' pass it like I'm Rubio
I play my cards right, but I can summon hoes like Yu-Gi-Oh
Said I be smokin' on this dope
They really left me in the rain without a coat
And the day they close the top on my casket
That's the day that I'ma stop, I'm on go
That's the day that I'ma stop, I'm on go
I be slidin' in that tinted four door
Pretty hoe all night, give throat
Every day wake up, get dough
I be slidin' in that tinted four door
Every day wake up, get dough
Get dough
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Writer: Paul Thames
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Length: 2:30
Written by: Paul Thames
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