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Fourty - Doin' ME (feat. Billie Otis) Lyrics
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Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nine times out of ten I'm riding 'round in that coupe
Now listen
Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, throw the deuces out like nigga what it do
Now listen
Now I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nothing to you, you
Catch me swangin' in that coupe
Now listen
And why these niggas always wishing somethin' brand new
And why these bitches always wishing somethin' brand new
You'll never see me in the line tryna cop the new shoes
You'll never get that text, that'll say come thru
Young Nigga, tryna stack it up through the roof
Gotta watch my ways, you know a nigga can't lose
I'm on this paper chase cant ride my wave I'm on my route
Tryna make a major move today, they know what I'm bout
Cruising, Swerving, Switching lanes, Weed burning
Palms itching for a golden ticket while I'm earning
The way I push the pack, you would think my names Irving
24 K no magic, gold you cant have it
Barely made it out the wound, yeah I been a savage
Ballin' like no other above and beyond average
So why they hating know a niggas always on the grind
Gotta stick and move cant run me outta mine
Tryna play the game, can't run up outta time
YBG so gold one day he gone shine
Smoke a doobie in the bathroom, drop the ashes in the toilet
Life been like a movie don't spoil it
Life can get a lil hectic but I've learn to just enjoy it
Place the blueprint in the pot... hot
Cold shoulders,Hot flow will help it melt away
Work for tomorrow I'll be proud about yesterday
It's cool if u don't got the time we could rain check it
A gold hoop, leather watch & my pops chain
Wsup man, Who got the deal on a hawks game?
F*ck it all. Let's watch the Storm at the Key Arena
Reminiscing when we used to push the Betty beamer
The feelings never fade away but f*ck it let it linger
She snap chat a bunch of photos in sum lingerie
Got a chick from willow bay I tell her undele
Wsup babe, Reservations for the dinner date
On a budget, Got the lobster but, we shared the plate
Frugal fella feel the vibe
From the fugees
Karate kick it with a chick look like Karreuche
Jerk chicken on the gram
I'm a foodie
Prefer the mixtape weezy over tunechi
Prefer the old yeezy before he switched to yeezus
But times change, ppl change, different reasons
Swoop the keys. Flee the scene. Make a smooth getaway
Car dash like kimberlay
Vroom
Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nine times out of ten I'm riding 'round in that coupe
Now listen
Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, throw the deuces out like nigga what it do
Now listen
Now I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nothing to you, you
Catch me swangin' in that coupe
Now listen
And why these niggas always wishing somethin' brand new
And why these bitches always wishing somethin' brand new
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Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nine times out of ten I'm riding 'round in that coupe
Now listen
Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, throw the deuces out like nigga what it do
Now listen
Now I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nothing to you, you
Catch me swangin' in that coupe
Now listen
And why these niggas always wishing somethin' brand new
And why these bitches always wishing somethin' brand new
You'll never see me in the line tryna cop the new shoes
You'll never get that text, that'll say come thru
Young Nigga, tryna stack it up through the roof
Gotta watch my ways, you know a nigga can't lose
I'm on this paper chase cant ride my wave I'm on my route
Tryna make a major move today, they know what I'm bout
Cruising, Swerving, Switching lanes, Weed burning
Palms itching for a golden ticket while I'm earning
The way I push the pack, you would think my names Irving
24 K no magic, gold you cant have it
Barely made it out the wound, yeah I been a savage
Ballin' like no other above and beyond average
So why they hating know a niggas always on the grind
Gotta stick and move cant run me outta mine
Tryna play the game, can't run up outta time
YBG so gold one day he gone shine
Smoke a doobie in the bathroom, drop the ashes in the toilet
Life been like a movie don't spoil it
Life can get a lil hectic but I've learn to just enjoy it
Place the blueprint in the pot... hot
Cold shoulders,Hot flow will help it melt away
Work for tomorrow I'll be proud about yesterday
It's cool if u don't got the time we could rain check it
A gold hoop, leather watch & my pops chain
Wsup man, Who got the deal on a hawks game?
F*ck it all. Let's watch the Storm at the Key Arena
Reminiscing when we used to push the Betty beamer
The feelings never fade away but f*ck it let it linger
She snap chat a bunch of photos in sum lingerie
Got a chick from willow bay I tell her undele
Wsup babe, Reservations for the dinner date
On a budget, Got the lobster but, we shared the plate
Frugal fella feel the vibe
From the fugees
Karate kick it with a chick look like Karreuche
Jerk chicken on the gram
I'm a foodie
Prefer the mixtape weezy over tunechi
Prefer the old yeezy before he switched to yeezus
But times change, ppl change, different reasons
Swoop the keys. Flee the scene. Make a smooth getaway
Car dash like kimberlay
Vroom
Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nine times out of ten I'm riding 'round in that coupe
Now listen
Nah I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, throw the deuces out like nigga what it do
Now listen
Now I ain't got time to explain nothing to you, nothing to you, you
Catch me swangin' in that coupe
Now listen
And why these niggas always wishing somethin' brand new
And why these bitches always wishing somethin' brand new
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Writer: Calvin Williams, Clinton Miller
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