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letra de no time - raedio, connie diiamond, lady london & hood brat

[intro: hood brat]
(this that)
yeah, let these b-tches know
nah, i don’t have time for no motherf-ckin’ drama
i don’t have time to be chit-chattin’ with you hoes
fraternizin’ with no broke-ass n-ggas
like, we just, that’s not what we doin’ in 2023, you get me?

[chorus: hood brat & lady london]
we don’t got time for drama
we countin’ this money like blessings, we levelin’ up
all of my b-tches been winnin’ and spendin’
we rockin’ these diamonds, we bezelin’ up (bling)
stompin’ on b-tches, we move like the mob
this sh-t out the mud, this sh-t out the dirt (yeah)
i got a body, l’m k!llin ’em dead
these n-ggas just wanna come shoot up my he-rs-
i don’t got time for no n-gga (no)
i don’t got time for ho n-ggas (no)
we don’t got time for broke n-ggas
all of my b-tches be go-getters (yeah)
i don’t got time for no n-gga (no)
i don’t got time for ho n-ggas (no)
we don’t got time for broke n-ggas (broke n-ggas)
all of my b-tches be go-getters (uh)
[verse 1: lady london]
i don’t got time for b-tches who thinkin’ they vicious and b-tches who thinkin’ they tough (what?)
all of they n-ggas be all in my mentions, on all of my pictures and all of my stuff (haha)
how do you figure that you are the baddest? like that is the silliest thing and i’m sure
you let a n-gga who don’t got a passport say you the prettiest girl in the world
look, i don’t got time for it, not a dime for it
look, i only like n-ggas that’ll die for it
gotta cry for it, go live for it
put your back on the wall, then slide for it
i am not dealin’ with none of your corniness
i be ignorin’ the dumb and blind
if i am the villain in some of you stories
you gotta be sure you a bum in mine, no time, no time

[chorus: hood brat]
we don’t got time for drama
we countin’ this money like blessings, we levelin’ up
all of my b-tches been winnin’ and spendin’
we rockin’ these diamonds, we bezelin’ up (bling)
stompin’ on b-tches, we move like the mob
this sh-t out the mud, this sh-t out the dirt
i got a body, l’m k!llin ’em dead
these n-ggas just wanna come shoot up my he-rs-
i don’t got time for no n-gga (no)
i don’t got time for ho n-ggas (no)
we don’t got time for broke n-ggas (no)
all of my b-tches be go-getters (yeah)
i don’t got time for no n-gga (no)
i don’t got time for ho n-ggas (no)
we don’t got time for broke n-ggas (no)
all of my b-tches be go-getters
[verse 2: connie diiamond & hood brat]
none of you b-tches is f-ckin’ with me (what?)
get out your feelings and get in your bag (bag, ho)
i run it up, what the f-ck is the fee? (yeah)
stay in the field, ho, you comin’ in last (last, ho)
levelin’ up, sh-t is nothin’ to me (what?)
what you spent on your rent, ho, i put in my ass (my ass)
steppin’ on b-tches, you know i’m a g
this a big-body benz, ho, i walk with a wag’
i don’t got time for no n-gga (no)
i don’t got time for ho n-ggas (no)
you b-tches be cuffin’, tryna make a home with him
i’m trappin’, i’m juggin’, finessin’ the road with him, look
we don’t got time for broke n-ggas (no)
all of my b-tches be go-getters
these b-tches be losin’, they n-ggas be choosin’
he say he wanna rock, p-ssy spit like an uzi, ugh

- raedio connie diiamond lady london hood brat

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