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letra de time (remix) - jamesy!

[intro]
ayyyo! it’s your boy “big o-eey”, and i’m still about the f-ckin’ vibes, this the remix! featuring ricky and kelly, say, what time is it n-ggas?

[chorus: jamesy!]
it’s time to f-ck your b-tch, n-gga
she want a rich n-gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b-tch ass rockin’ fitch, n-gga
you’re such a snitch, n-gga
no need to switch up, n-gga
your b-tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
[verse 1: jamesy!]
said i’m only just a jit, but i’m steady f-ckin’ b-tches
i’mma shoot your sh-t, ’cause i do not f-ck with snitches
they hate to see me winnin’ ’cause i’m counting up my riches
and these b-tches stay mad, ’cause they still doing the dishes
i’mma walk around these bands like i’m in cancun
all you hear is f-ckin’ shots, like you’re in a platoon
make a n-gga pray to god, that it ain’t his time soon
knock another n-gga off, all he see is maroon

[chorus: jamesy!]
it’s time to f-ck your b-tch, n-gga
she want a rich n-gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b-tch ass rockin’ fitch, n-gga
you’re such a snitch, n-gga
no need to switch up, n-gga
your b-tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
[verse 2: chilloutricky]
i’mma f-ck your b-tch
she suckin’ on my d-ck
your broski is a snitch, so i left him in a ditch
you’ll never catch me lackin’, my dawg is always packin’
i’m f-ckin’ on your b-tch since you wanna know what’s crackin’
i smacked your homie up, since he wanna act green
that b-tch’s p-ssy bald, so i call her mrs. clean
i got a couple racks, said i hid them in my jeans
and this verse is wrapped up, so it’s time to pop a bean (baked)

[verse 3: lil bellsie & jamesy!]
where the hoes at? (huh?)
f-ckin’ with ’em is my plan
i do not f-ck with b-tches, ’cause these b-tches simply stans
i really got a p-ssy but i’m feeling like a man
and your yesman is a p-ssy, ’cause he saw me and he ran
me and washepane with your b-tch out in j-pan (凄い)
and you think this sh-t’s a bop, well we only just began
i heard your homie talkin’ prolly ’cause he’s just a fan (ha, ha)
put that f-cker in the back of my chevrolet sedan
in the back of my sedan, n-gga saw me then he ran
i’mma k!ll all of these n-ggas, no emotion, deadpan
i might jump one of your mans, 223’s make ’em dance
i put ice up on her hands, caught her f-ckin’ on my mans
[chorus: jamesy!]
it’s time to f-ck your b-tch, n-gga
she want a rich n-gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b-tch ass rockin’ fitch, n-gga
you’re such a snitch, n-gga
no need to switch up, n-gga
your b-tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
it’s time to f-ck your b-tch, n-gga
she want a rich n-gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b-tch ass rockin’ fitch, n-gga
you’re such a snitch, n-gga
no need to switch up, n-gga
your b-tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
it’s time to f-ck your-

[verse 4: jamesy!]
f-ckin’ on your b-tch in my louie flip-flops
she’s playin’ with my d-ck, in a brand new v-top
call these n-ggas mick, ’cause they running to the opps
washepane gang simply f-ckin’ on your thot

[spoken word: jamesy!]
do not be alarmed. this was just for fun
we’ve never k!lled anybody, and we’ve never had s-x, we’re virgins
oh, also we’ve, uhh, never done drugs, so yeah
and… that’s it. ha ha

- jamesy

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