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letra de time - rjmrla

[intro: rjmrla]
oh, oh
swish

[chorus: rjmrla]
i can’t give six minutes of family time
why? ’cause i’m always on my grind
always grind, grind
slave to my own master mind
why? ’cause i always visualize, i don’t waste no
i don’t waste no time
i can’t waste no time
i can’t give six minutes of family time
why? ’cause i’m always on my grind
always grind, grind
i won’t limit my chance to shine
time and time on the line
my kids who i win for
time, don’t waste no time
i can’t waste no gold

[verse 1: young thug]
ayy, i can’t waste no time with a b-tch
only time i can waste if i was gettin’ rich
i got a computer chip inside of the whip
charge up and let her eat my d-ck like chips
rolex crazy, patek philippe
quarter pounder ap, this not the automatic
b-tch, i don’t got time (woo)
to be playin’ with no freaky ho
n-gg- gotta show the bands through the peephole
i been buyin’ up the land for my kinfolks
i been pourin’ red in a fruit punch, kimbo
i got twenty watches and i still ain’t got time
i got hundreds on me longer than a n-gg- spine
couple tenderonis that’ll never diss me
opps wanna talk bad but it’s risky
if it sound like “brrt brrt” then i’m listenin’
i spent time on south beach

[chorus: rjmrla]
i can’t give six minutes of family time
why? ’cause i’m always on my grind
always grind, grind
slave to my own master mind
why? ’cause i always visualize, i don’t waste no
i don’t waste no time (time, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i can’t waste no time
i can’t give six minutes of family time
why? ’cause i’m always on my grind
always grind, grind
i won’t limit my chance to shine
time and time on the line
my kids who i win for
time, don’t waste no time (oh)
i can’t waste no gold

[verse 2: rjmrla]
ayy, i don’t waste time on a broke b-tch (ayy)
they gon’ stand in line for this dope d-ck, uh
bring a homicide to a bank, nig’, ayy (for a check)
give you both ties, get your face hit
rollie, make it a prezi (on god)
f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a snitch, on god, on my kids, on the gang
i ain’t got time (on god)
i ran outta patience for you and that fake sh-t (on god)
put your feelings aside
throw your hood in the sky
what’s your sign? speak your language
i ain’t got time to be tied up in crime
but i slide with my slime when it’s tank time
i put my pride to the side
keep my eyes on the prize
let me shine, let me grind, grind, uh
i heard you slid but don’t slide, slide, uh
i gotta kiss my kids and go bye bye

[outro: rjmrla]
slave to my own master mind
why? ’cause i always visualize, i don’t waste no

- rjmrla

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