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letra de no time - horsetheone

[intro: horsetheone]
mm-mm, mm-mm (firehouse collective)
mm-mm, mm-mm
ain’t got no time for no
ain’t got no time
boy, i need a million
mm-mm, mm
deuce

[verse 1: horsetheone]
ain’t got no time to play no tag, i’m tryna wipe these n-ggas out
ain’t got no time to do no waitin’, boy, i need a million now
i can’t have my mama waitin’, sittin’, prayin’ that i bubble
boy, i’m fresh up off a murder, grab some bleach and grab that shovel
real street n-gga, it ain’t no secret i’m a demon
close my eyes and i hear screams, dead opps and i’m the reason
if i ever k!ll my mans, just know the reason was a treason
if i ever k!ll my mans, just know the reason was a treason
dеad opps, i’m smokin dead opps
brass through his brain and it scold, now his head hot
dead opps, i’m smokin’ dеad opps
brass through his brain and it scold, now his head hot

[verse 2: 264 quez]
headshots, psh, we givin’ headshots
x behind, trailin’ in the track’, i’m in the redeye
n-ggas talkin’ down to these hoes, these n-ggas fanned out
i’ma have two million of my own when they let jed out
when my favorite opp died, i poured a five of red out
i been tellin’ these n-ggas, “quiet mouth, don’t get you fed now”
you wanna get some pape’, get a bag and move your legs now
was fourteen blowin’ dracs, shoot up the whip, b-tch, duck your head down
[verse 3: horsetheone]
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, we in the fast car
most n-ggas tuckin’ under they tail ’cause of that last bar
she done ate me down, i f-cked around, i bought her amiri
if he beefin’ ’bout some p-ssy, i don’t want a n-gga near me
stubborn as they come, it ain’t no pleasin’ me
designer for my sneaks, it’s double g’s on me
we been drivin’ push start, i still got keys on me
listen to his baby mom, put them c’s in me

[verse 4: 264 quez]
young trench n-ggas went from rags to riches
me and gang, we gon’ f-ck the baddest b-tches
times i could’ve died, but i’m just glad i’m livin’
n-ggas starin’ hard two times, like past the semi

[verse 5: horsetheone]
knowin’ i could be lock, i’m just glad i’m free
when i was f-cked up, ain’t put no bag on me
same clothes for a month, they used to laugh at me
now it’s three k for a shirt, move this tag for me

- horsetheone

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