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letra de time and money - young bleed

(feat. too )

[young bleed]
see, we can make it happen and keep em jumpin like jacks
if ya know that’s a n-gg- aphrodesiac
n-gg-, where the geez be at?
you can catch me chillin steady feelin’ like what what what
y’all n-gg-s get the feelin’ huh
willin’ and able to sn-tch the money off the table and keep bailin’
and hailin’ them twigs, n-gg- ain’t no tellin’
steady hustlin’ high it’s do or die for a hustla
do your thing remain same and loyal customers
pack your things with m-fflers and watch yo back
it’s like that, we gon’ ice that
but if they strike back is you ready for me?
better be, some hoes will never be
slippin’ in this game, n-gg- never me
n-gg-, don’t give a f-ck if ya bigger
the zag zipper got it off the hook
know the b-tches, no look haters don’t wanna crumble the crook
leave em shook, keep flippin’ em
see that’s the past time, but n-gg-, your boys follow me,
i’m gonna blast mine
n-gg- huh, n-gg- what

[chorus x2: young bleed]

time is money, money is time,
that n-gg- bleed and too short done hopped on the grind,
call it a crime, that’s the life of a hustla,
anything in my way, i”m comin’ for your jugular
[too short says “b-tch!” throughout repeat]

[too ]
now where you think you goin’ b-tch, i ain’t through with you
i ain’t seen no other hoes i wanna do it to
got you h-lla drunk, so i might as well keep you
take you to a hotel and freak you b-tch
short dogg gettin’ at that -ss
i stripped her b-tt naked then i tapped that -ss
i could tell the way she dance, she like to f-ck
gotta get her out the pants, i like em up
punk b-tches stare, they can’t compare to you
these fake hoes don’t know what real players do, b-tch
i popped in the nudey tape, b-tch
i love the way the booty shakes
so when i hit it from the backside say oh sh-t
gotta get it like that while i stroke the cl-t
roll a big fat join start smokin’ it
cuz i’m a real -ss n-gg- i ain’t jokin’ b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, beotch

[chorus: too ]

time is money, money is time,
that n-gg- bleed and too short done hopped on the grind,
call it a crime, that’s the life of a hustla,
and if ya get in my way, you gettin’ f-cked up b-tch

[young bleed]
lookin’ at the sunshine and it’s about that time
fo a n-gg- like me to get down for mine
from the heavens to the clouds, for the sky to the earth, breakin’ dirt
for whatever it’s worth
you know, gotta take it slow though
people gonna wanna take my photo
you don’t know though, that’s why i stay solo
hounded like a mad man, kickin’ up dust
ready to bust on whoever wanna get in my way
no more discussion, what’s the repercussion?
when it really don’t matter, n-gg-s get shattered dreams,
when they see the buckshots scatter
save the chatter for the mama, you ain’t bout no drama
i can see it in ya eyes, your just another number
welcome to the world of the hustlas, playas, and pimps
where if it don’t make dollars, then it don’t make sense
that’s evidence, i touched the game and no left no fingerprints
and dug up the grave of slaves, flippin’ dead presidents, ya heard me

[chorus: young bleed][solo x2]

[young bleed]
young bleed, too short, 99, know what i’m sayin, one time n-gg-

- young bleed

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