Correction Paroles MY TIME TO SHINE par Tory Lanez & 42 Dugg

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(Come in)

Man, f**k that b*t*h, came back to my senses
Two-tone Chevy, came back to the Benz
S550, that's for Kenny, lil’ b*t*h
Stop posting these n***as that's dead if we did it
I'm pulling up red cup shawty
Killing my haters, these n***as not dead enough for me
I don’t want your b*t*h, lil' shawty ain't slick
She don't lick, she don't suck or give head enough for me
I got these big a** rocks
Flew her to the city, f**ked me and my mans, she a big-a** thot
Thick-a** top
Sliding my tip in her rich-a** slick-a** mouth
All of my n***as, we bucking, I don't even know the word ducking
B*t*h, you got budget, I up it
She wanna f**k, too scary to touch it
Put black in hеr tunnel, I'm Harriet Tubman
Got Maybach to Maybach, I'm balling on n***as
That’s payback to payback on all of my b*t*hes
I makе them wait for the plate
Bought me a car with a stick just to stall it on n***as
Bought me a new FN, shawty came, bought me a new best friend
Hit ’em both and didn't know they looked like twins (Ho, holy f**k, I just f**ked off her brederen)
Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in ’em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some a** too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, b*t*h, shut the f**k up

B*t*h, get off my d**k
Rich young n***a still turnt from the 6
Told y’all I could make a mil', I'm big youngin
Money, three, in hundreds
F**k her, f**k her, once I get the head, it's f**k her
Doing this ten years straight like Mustard
Rose-gold Cuban on the neck, new money
I get a Richard Mille, nothing less than two hundred
Young dawg keep coming, I see you
Take something from me, get left
Sh*t, ain't worried now, get stretched
He ain't 'bout war, I'm there
Bankroll on me, no fraud
'Least nine hundred in card
N***a, all my b*t*hes sell large stuffing, f**k her

Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some a** too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, b*t*h, shut the f**k up
I don't wanna talk no more, it is my time to shine
Forty million dollar advance, n***a, it is my time to sign
B*t*h, get the f**k out of my light, this is my time to shine, man
Shawty keep talking that this and that ya-ya-ya, lil' b*t*h, my time to shine, man
N***as in trouble, now they paying me double
Fresh Air Force, couldn't pay me to scuff 'em
Dead Benjamin head sitting in the duffle
When they sent me upstate and I was getting in a tussle
Hopping on the PJ, going out to PF
Hopping out to London just to see Steph
Yeah, I know I'm young, but I could f**k you like a DF
Boy, you finna die, you take three steps
I was getting money out the league
Back when Lil P and Lil J and Lil Fresh was hitting B&E coming out the scene
Blue bill hundreds b*t*hes coming out the jeans
Blew it at booby trap, f**k it, I redeem
Got my cash up, yeah, now a n***a thumbing through the green
Last song, told you that my face wasn't in it
If you caught a n***a cheating then f**k what it seem
Mojo back, b*t*h, ow, I might bring back Cristal
Might stop telling these n***as my moves, they taking my groove, b*t*h, how? Give that man back his style
That's my dawg and we still share clothes, he can rock my chain, let me bust that Rollie
One thing we don't argue about b*t*hes, we ain't finna fallout about hoes

Walmart sheets, she wanna f**k in 'em, yeah
Tig ol' bitties, I wanna touch on 'em, yeah
And she got some a** too, damn, bring it to me
Too much talking when it's lit, b*t*h, shut the f**k up

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