letra de time of the season - ykk
[verse 1]
all of that stunting you doing
is h-lla fake like my taxi
now i’m living large
and my food is h-lla fancy
i drew the ace
no nancy
ima rule the world
tell me who is now laughing
i don’t give a f-ck
i might run a couple bucks
rari not a truck
pull up off white and a tux
i’ve been blowing up
guess that means you’re out of luck
highway and i’m drunk
i might crash the tour bus
[chorus]
b-tch i’m in the back of a car
i’m going fast see the stars
through the roof of the whip
it’s just reflecting my arm
i smash like a guitar
my wallet fat like bizzare
my money blue avatar
or like the hat of stan marsh
james bond my bank account
ends with 2 os and a 7
i got a mansion to myself
no mcallister kevin
don’t give a f-ck my money stack high
no mac and devon
it’s like mario luigi
you gеt left back in second
i don’t give a f-ck
about you whack ass hoеs
i’m going dummy counting money
in the back of my rove
these muhf-ckers ain’t got style
like a bad afro
but i don’t give a f-ck
ima keep on stacking my dough
pull up, with a
flooded, watch
neck cost like 50
nother 50 on the sock
i can’t, wife no
f-ckin, thot
3 hits then i’m out
you can call me fetty wap
[verse 2]
b-tch it’s the time of the season
for me to get a f-ckin pay check
rhyme or no reason b-tch i’m a legend
no apex
on the way from dreaming
on the come up h-lla breakneck
outer sp-ce i’m freezing
pull up with a f-ckin sp-ce deck
off of the coupe
my speed no minute
green in my bank
it can outsmoke snoop
bottom never i stoop
lost his grip no lube
titanic goin down
cause of the wrist ice cube
[chorus]
b-tch i’m in the back of a car
i’m going fast see the stars
through the roof of the whip
it’s just reflecting my arm
i smash like a guitar
my wallet fat like bizzare
my money blue avatar
or like the hat of stan marsh
james bond my bank account
ends with 2 os and a 7
i got a mansion to myself
no mcallister kevin
don’t give a f-ck my money stack high
no mac and devon
it’s like mario luigi
you get left back in second
i don’t give a f-ck
about you whack ass hoes
i’m going dummy counting money
in the back of my rove
these muhf-ckers ain’t got style
like a bad afro
but i don’t give a f-ck
ima keep on stacking my dough
pull up, with a
flooded, watch
neck cost like 50
nother 50 on the sock
i can’t, wife no
f-ckin, thot
3 hits then i’m out
you can call me fetty wap
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