Jlav - TIMEZONE Lyrics

(Aye JLAV)
You been on my mind
Move into my time zone
Always gonna fight
I don't wanna fight, yo
Book her on a flight
You should be in my time zone

Whoa there
Tell me who goes there
That bitch super bad
I hope you go here
I've been poppin' tags
Come get your clothes here
You want this, want that
I'll get you all it, yeah, yeah

Move your hips like that
Useless without, yeah
Move your hips like that
Useless without that
Drum and the bass
Niggas talkin' they trash
Never understood that
Wait, if you talk 'bout JLAV
Get you hit in your back
Better behave
And you better believe what I got, lil' bitch
I been planting the seed, like a crop and shit
Got her waiting on me in the topless whip
Got a bet, put your bets on me
Shawty come through from the west on E
I don't really care what these mothaf*cka's talkin' bout
Long as the mothaf*cka ain't talkin' bout me
Ho!
Woo! yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa
I been movin'
I been zoomin'
Lifestyle, crazy, fuming

I've been on the road from the west side, yeah
I'ma do a tour from the west side, yeah, yeah
Don't come to me, you talkin' crazy
Don't come to me, you talkin' crazy

Keep that over there, keep that over there
Yeah, keep that over there, keep that over there
With all the gains I attained
All the friends that I lost

The anger's the pain, but the fame is the cost, so
I try not to think about what could bring me sorrow
Wake up every day with the hope of a tomorrow
I just been jumpin' on beats, jumpin' on verses

Duckin' the heat, summers' the worse on the side
Yeah, we from the east, go to Belize
Can't feel breeze on the side
Come from the mud, we comin' up
All of us blood on the side
You feel the love on the side
We f*ck it up on the side

You don't gotta fight
You been on my mind
Move into my time zone
Always gotta fight
I don't wanna fight, yo
Book her on a flight
You should be in my time zone

Whoa there, tell me who goes there
That bitch super bad, I hope you go here
I been poppin' tags, come get your clothes here
You want this, want that, I'll get you all it, yeah, yeah

Back to the business
Back to the basement, don't got replacement
Nigga gon' hate this
But still gonna hear him run it back like Asics's
Back to the basics
Back to the business
BFMG
Get off of we
He think he good, I disagree

Yeah, get that moshpit
Open up that motha' f*ckin' moshpit
I said now
Open up that motha' f*ckin' moshpit
I said open up the motha' f*ckin' moshpit
Open up that!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flow on the beat, I don't know when to stop
Your hoe on me, I don't know why she on it
Snow in the heat, I got ice on my watch
So when I get it, you know that I got it
Bro on the defense I know he a op
Four on the feature, I'll get you a profit

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

So tell me Jay
Why you got yo' braids so low
Rockin' tinted shades with your chains so low
Tell me Jay
Why you got yo' braids so low
Rockin' tinted shades with your chains so low dog