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letra de no time (feat. lil uzi vert & gunna) [remix] - prodbyshorty

[intro: playboi carti]
check it out
wake up in the morning and know i gotta do this sh-t
ayy, let’s do it
(cannon)
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
uh, and no time, i would never ever let ’em sentence me (woah, at all)
and in no time, gotta duck off ’cause these n-ggas would love k!llin’ me (yeah)
i remember livin’ right next to my enemy (woah)
now i got too much money, i could blow up your whole vicinity (yeah, yeah)
gettin’ too much money, i can build me a new facility (lil uzi vert, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck her three times, so i call that girl, um, a trinity (woah, woah)
uh, i’ma make sure they remember me
’cause i walk around with lot of enemies (woah)
i’ma make sure that they feelin’ me
so i walk around with a new lemon squeeze (woah)
everybody know i am from outer sp-ce (yeah)
so you know that aliens be sendin’ me (woah)
yes, i walk around, pocket got bank account
if you wanna catch up, need like ten of me
said we roll a ‘wood, i roll like fifty l’s
they say, “how you keep all of that energy?”
’cause i can’t go back to the hood where them n-ggas could send at me
[chorus: playboi carti]
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off, clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch, she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here, they stay lyin’ (hold up)
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off (yeah), clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch (yeah), she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here (yeah), they stay lyin’ (hold up)

[verse 2: playboi carti]
my b-tch fine, huh
you don’t wanna lie, hold up
my b-tch bitin’, hold up
these n-ggas been bitin’, yeah
but my diamonds keep bitin’, uh
these hoes be bitin’, hold up
these n-ggas be bitin’, hold up, hold up
b-tch, i’m the bomb, yeah, bin laden
got a b-tch hittin’ the line right now, yeah, say she got molly, uh, yeah
sour, yeah, i don’t do sour (nah, yeah)
og, you know me, yeah
it’s cold outside, i need a long sleeve, yeah
ballin’ on your ho like kobe, uh (ballin’)
dunkin’ on your ho like no b
bald head like ginóbili
piru, watch my nose bleed
that boy dead
arm and a leg, hold up, yeah
head and chest
turnin’ your head
take your bread
[chorus: playboi carti]
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off, clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch, she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here, they stay lyin’ (hold up)
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off (yeah), clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch (yeah), she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here (yeah), they stay lyin’ (hold up)

[verse 3: gunna]
four, five, six, seven b-tches keep callin’ my line (my line)
you cap like mitch-ll & ness, lil’ n-gga, stop lying (no cap, nah)
chop that top on my lam’, i’m living my life (livin’ my life, nah)
chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (uh)
spanish b-tch call me papi, i can make her my wife (make her my wife)
she want new versace, put medusa on her eyes (medusa on her eyes)
me and cash carti got them sisters, ’bout to put ’em on a flight (put ’em on a flight)
diamonds in the cartier lenses, you can see ’em in the night (see ’em in the night)
call balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight? (jeans so tight)
no, traffic in all lanes, i don’t think you really wanna ride (really wanna ride)
young gunwun one up, you not my kind (not my kind)
five, six, seven, eight watches, i ain’t wastin’ my time (wastin’ my time)

[chorus: playboi carti]
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off, clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch, she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here, they stay lyin’ (hold up)
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off (yeah), clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch (yeah), she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here (yeah), they stay lyin’ (hold up)
[chorus: playboi carti]
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off, clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch, she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here, they stay lyin’ (hold up)
we ain’t got time
i drop my demons off (yeah), clear my mind
ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass b-tch (yeah), she a dime (hold up)
all these n-ggas, they cap ’round here (yeah), they stay lyin’ (hold up)

- prodbyshorty

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