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Time to Shine
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NLE Choppa
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Yeah, yeah NLE b*t*h C'mon bro I'm going Super Saiyan on these f**kin' hoes buddy c'mon buddy Ay, huh, ay Gave her head, now she feenin' for more Four-leaf clover yes I'm lucky fo' sho' Henny up and all the purple we pull Run to the money, now my licks is on Can't hurt me, uh No Perkies Ay I'm not losing battle cause I sit by .30 Homies got my back, get the hoodie sturdy on my jersey Told em' "Take your shot, better not miss me" O to the face, in the stu, I'm just tipsy I ain't scared, actin' tough, give a f**k if you diss me You act hard yeah, but you sweet, Rice Krispy Up got my head in the sky, in the sky Blowin' up, said I won't, and you lyin', and you lyin' Stowing up all my songs, with my time, with my time f**k y'all, now it's my time to shine Yeah time to shine ay Ran it up, I take the money cause it's f**king mine ay Bands and b*t*hes, I got both now I feel sublime ay Who is real? Who is fake? Y'all see the vine ay EZ drop yo' sh*t, hold up Imma take my time ay Ran it up, I take the money cause it's f**king mine ay Bands and b*t*hes, I got both now I feel sublime ay Who is real? Who is fake? Y'all see the vine ay EZ drop yo' sh*t, hold up Imma take my time And if you run off, then them choppa bullets hawk him down And Imma leave a n***a missin' in the lost and found Them bullets rip a n***a kidney he won't make a sound And Imma shoot it 'till it's empty, Imma gun him down I'm in the kitchen whippin' pots and pans Her pu**y trash, garbage can Real killers take a stab And you be snitchin' on yo' mans Skinny jeans on tight, but she was pullin' down my pants The Perky had me throwin' up, so b*t*h I'm finna pop a Xan My clip, it stretchin' like a yo-yo I'm throwin' C's, yeah I'm loco I did a drive behind the stolo, I was solo with a .44 You n***as talkin' to the po-po Black and white we gon' see it tho' Caught him at the light, the .4 rippin' through a n***a throat I got the gun tucked up in the club, n***a you don't see it tho' My clip be longer than a nose, sittin' on Pinocchio And these bullets knock the man up off the horse up on yo' Polo And he think this sh*t a game, I swear to God he gettin' played Them bullets at the back of his neck like the end of the braids A lot of n***as at my show, like we doin' a parade Choppa line a n***a up, like I'm givin' him a fade And you can get yo' ass rocked, to the cradle to the grave And I'll whip a n***a ass like he was a f**kin' slave He went outside, then he died So his ass should've stayed at home Choppa bullets goin' through his bones He tried to call the police, ain't was no service on his phone And I be feenin' for them Perkies you can call me a cone He was talkin' all that sh*t, I told that n***a watch his tone Yeah time to shine ay Ran it up, I take the money cause it's f**king mine ay Bands and b*t*hes, I got both now I feel sublime ay Who is real? Who is fake? Y'all see the vine ay EZ drop yo' sh*t, hold up Imma take my time ay Ran it up, I take the money cause it's f**king mine ay Bands and b*t*hes, I got both now I feel sublime ay Who is real? Who is fake? Y'all see the vine ay EZ drop yo' sh*t, hold up Imma take my time
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