Yeah, ayy I got too much shit to offer and I got not much to lose
Yeah f*ckin' her, missionary, legs facin the roof
I'll punch you in yo' face, knock off your dam tooth
Send him a surprise, bullets they fly right by, huh
Yes, I'm fried, I know you see the redness in my eyes, huh, huh
Paparazzi follow me outside, I'm bouta gun you down you not that guy
Bought like so many watches, yet I still have no time
I spread his body, I f*ck on his hoe it's a hobby
I'll beat yo' ass right now, like I know karate
Till the sun go down, till the sun go up
I'm gon' be f*ckin' hoes and smokin' blunts
Shawty, she know how to ride the dick, yeah
She know how to do them stunts, huh
Saint laurent all on my hoes, balenci all on her toes
She got all types of drugs, LSD, I'm f*ckin' trippin
Pop a XTC two times, now I think I'm f*cking glitchin
I made a touchdown, when It come to this cash
Lil' bitch, I'm rich as f*ck, Im too rich for this shit
Why would I listen to a broke motherf*cker, my pride go up
This drank got me sick, I been sippin' since I was 12, huh
Cut up his body, then I go send it to his gang through the mail
If I go to jail I'm gettin' bailed
My bitch, she a geek she in a yale
I'm a geek, but I Inhale
I'm a geek, but I In- Yeah,
Gang with me sending him hell
He tried to touch the gang, sent that lil' boy straight to hell
I walk in the spot, yea I'm tryna f*ck oh well
She f*ck with me, I got archive fashion, got archive denim
She shakin ass like she ratchet, that's my type of women
Hit the dash yeah I'm whippin, Get cash, bread with her
In that scat bitch, I'm spinnin, and she spinnin too
Botched face a lil' radish, but I'm countin' dollar blues
Shoot a shot like Ken Radish, shootin shots to your whole crew
My hoe bad like Boop Betty, send shots to your whole crew
Keep racks in a safe, get back, you all safe
With twin in the rave, exotic gas everyday
Im laughing to the bank, red in my cup like saint
He tryna come up but he aint, lil boy im making bank
Send him a surprise, bullets they fly right by, huh
Yes, I'm fried, I know you see the redness in my eyes, huh, huh
Paparazzi follow me outside, I'm bouta gun you down you not that guy
Bought like so many watches, yet I still have no time
luvjayy - NO TIME (feat. jensei) Lyrics
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Yeah, ayy I got too much shit to offer and I got not much to lose
Yeah f*ckin' her, missionary, legs facin the roof
I'll punch you in yo' face, knock off your dam tooth
Send him a surprise, bullets they fly right by, huh
Yes, I'm fried, I know you see the redness in my eyes, huh, huh
Paparazzi follow me outside, I'm bouta gun you down you not that guy
Bought like so many watches, yet I still have no time
I spread his body, I f*ck on his hoe it's a hobby
I'll beat yo' ass right now, like I know karate
Till the sun go down, till the sun go up
I'm gon' be f*ckin' hoes and smokin' blunts
Shawty, she know how to ride the dick, yeah
She know how to do them stunts, huh
Saint laurent all on my hoes, balenci all on her toes
She got all types of drugs, LSD, I'm f*ckin' trippin
Pop a XTC two times, now I think I'm f*cking glitchin
I made a touchdown, when It come to this cash
Lil' bitch, I'm rich as f*ck, Im too rich for this shit
Why would I listen to a broke motherf*cker, my pride go up
This drank got me sick, I been sippin' since I was 12, huh
Cut up his body, then I go send it to his gang through the mail
If I go to jail I'm gettin' bailed
My bitch, she a geek she in a yale
I'm a geek, but I Inhale
I'm a geek, but I In- Yeah,
Gang with me sending him hell
He tried to touch the gang, sent that lil' boy straight to hell
I walk in the spot, yea I'm tryna f*ck oh well
She f*ck with me, I got archive fashion, got archive denim
She shakin ass like she ratchet, that's my type of women
Hit the dash yeah I'm whippin, Get cash, bread with her
In that scat bitch, I'm spinnin, and she spinnin too
Botched face a lil' radish, but I'm countin' dollar blues
Shoot a shot like Ken Radish, shootin shots to your whole crew
My hoe bad like Boop Betty, send shots to your whole crew
Keep racks in a safe, get back, you all safe
With twin in the rave, exotic gas everyday
Im laughing to the bank, red in my cup like saint
He tryna come up but he aint, lil boy im making bank
Send him a surprise, bullets they fly right by, huh
Yes, I'm fried, I know you see the redness in my eyes, huh, huh
Paparazzi follow me outside, I'm bouta gun you down you not that guy
Bought like so many watches, yet I still have no time
Yeah f*ckin' her, missionary, legs facin the roof
I'll punch you in yo' face, knock off your dam tooth
Send him a surprise, bullets they fly right by, huh
Yes, I'm fried, I know you see the redness in my eyes, huh, huh
Paparazzi follow me outside, I'm bouta gun you down you not that guy
Bought like so many watches, yet I still have no time
I spread his body, I f*ck on his hoe it's a hobby
I'll beat yo' ass right now, like I know karate
Till the sun go down, till the sun go up
I'm gon' be f*ckin' hoes and smokin' blunts
Shawty, she know how to ride the dick, yeah
She know how to do them stunts, huh
Saint laurent all on my hoes, balenci all on her toes
She got all types of drugs, LSD, I'm f*ckin' trippin
Pop a XTC two times, now I think I'm f*cking glitchin
I made a touchdown, when It come to this cash
Lil' bitch, I'm rich as f*ck, Im too rich for this shit
Why would I listen to a broke motherf*cker, my pride go up
This drank got me sick, I been sippin' since I was 12, huh
Cut up his body, then I go send it to his gang through the mail
If I go to jail I'm gettin' bailed
My bitch, she a geek she in a yale
I'm a geek, but I Inhale
I'm a geek, but I In- Yeah,
Gang with me sending him hell
He tried to touch the gang, sent that lil' boy straight to hell
I walk in the spot, yea I'm tryna f*ck oh well
She f*ck with me, I got archive fashion, got archive denim
She shakin ass like she ratchet, that's my type of women
Hit the dash yeah I'm whippin, Get cash, bread with her
In that scat bitch, I'm spinnin, and she spinnin too
Botched face a lil' radish, but I'm countin' dollar blues
Shoot a shot like Ken Radish, shootin shots to your whole crew
My hoe bad like Boop Betty, send shots to your whole crew
Keep racks in a safe, get back, you all safe
With twin in the rave, exotic gas everyday
Im laughing to the bank, red in my cup like saint
He tryna come up but he aint, lil boy im making bank
Send him a surprise, bullets they fly right by, huh
Yes, I'm fried, I know you see the redness in my eyes, huh, huh
Paparazzi follow me outside, I'm bouta gun you down you not that guy
Bought like so many watches, yet I still have no time
Writer: jen sei, luv jayy
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