~Lyrics
[Intro]
God damn, boy, that nigga Mac didn't never call, bruh
But I'm seeing that nigga everywhere, bruh
Dog, you know they say nigga went Hollywood and shit
Fuck that nigga, dog, OGG, fuck is a OGG? OGG, OGG, aye, bruh
I mean, you don't think that nigga really getting no money, right?
I mean, he ain't really fucking hoes, right? Well, damn

[Hook]
Bitch, you guessed it
Hwah, you was right
Bitch, you guessed it
Grah-grah, fuck nigga on sight
Bitch, you guessed it
Still in that place and I'm flexin'
Hwah, bitch, you guessed it
I'm still with my niggas, come and test us, OGG

[Verse 1]
Bitch you guessed it, walkin' around with extra in my pocket
Bitch, you next to us, why the fuck are you next to us?
Bitch, you should come test us
I seen what you rockin' and bitch you can't dress with us
Seen what yo' bitch looked like
And nigga, I wasn't impressed or nothin'
Fuck nigga, come and talk it out
Fuck nigga, we ain't talkin' it out
What the fuck we finna talk about?
All we know is that Mula, Benjis, Franklins
And that Guala, Fetti with us
Bunch of young niggas
Bunch of them bitches
All in they whip, lickin' on titties
Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprintin'
Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me?
Bitch, you guessed it!
You was motherfuckin right!

[Hook]

OG Maco - U guessed it

[Intro]
Turn your iPhone off if you ain't doin' shit
Because the government's been lookin' through a niggas pics like
'God Damn why he always with a bad bitch?'
Keep scrollin' through, fuck around, and find yo' bitch!
Yeah I know the world fuckin' suck
I like you so I hope it don't fuck us up
But keep kissin' on that ass better pucker up
Hit it from the back pull his hair keep the grips up

[Verse 1]
Now that's sex metaphorically
Cum stains left up on your sheets that's reality
Killin' these niggas while they weak that's a casualty
No way you'll ever beat me, that's blasphemy
Swear to god bruh you ain't bout this life ho
We niggas trap 'cuz we trapped in this fuckin' ho
We cop mac big Macs but no food though
We hoppin out the van killin' cops like Alonzo
Okay sir can't you see I'm fuckin' right
Prehistoric Crew until my dick fall off and then I die
Feelin' on her boobies very horny hope I get inside
The bitch can eat a dick she let me hit as soon as we get high
So where them shorties at with booty fat I'm tryna' fuckin pipe
Damn a nigga need some sugar not no crystal light
I'm finna be a pimp I need some women who want slutty nights
I said a slutty night, bitch come have a slutty night
I swear to god that my parents shoulda never fucked
'Cuz since I hopped up out that pussy I've been gettin' buck
I spit a few flows niggas givin' up
I can hand a nigga water turn that shit to rum
I'm like Moses, all my niggas know this
Fuck you bitch I am the Chosen
Disney these nuts keep 'em frozen
So fuck y'all niggas I'm over it where the hoes at?

[Hook]
Lord forgive me for the bullshit that I've been doin'
I be gettin' paid gettin' laid like a fuckin' movie
We doin' coke doin' shrooms someone roll a doobie
You throwin' up you can't hang nigga you a noobie
No limit in this bitch hootie hootie
Only bitches that I fuck got big booties
Knock their pussy out, you can call my dick Rube
It's Crunch Time, if you don't like it nigga then sue me

[Verse 2]
I hit the bath salts then I'm lookin' for a face
So in other words I'm just sayin' grace
So encase this, caught in the Matrix
I hate chicks only thing I give is straight dick
I'm raised in the places where the caves is
Where you could listen to the wolves in the day bitch
You spray clips have a kid don't raise shit
I'm paid trick I don't pay for pussy game bitch
It's PH not another boy band
Lets pray for our food lets hold hands
While the sons saiyan like Goten
All I know is that Azizi Gibson goes in
Don't like me, play Steve Ellison
I'm fly as fuck, you shoulda brought your propellers in
We ain't kin and we certainly ain't friends
So the future that I see for you is straight ripped

Hook x 2

Azizi Gibson -  Crunch Time

[Hook]
I kill this shit even though I'm broke (shit)
Yeah the money moving slow (I'm just being real)
Cause the 9-5 I'm working is a joke (give me money fool)
It made me wanna slit my throat (don't do it bro)
It made me wanna go and sell dope (for my nigga)
It's like I'm riding down a slope (for my nigga)
It made me wanna go and break my oath (oh no)
Goddamnit I'm toast

[Verse 1]
But I'm still a G
Got bad hoes and dope homies
A family that supports me
They treat me like a trophy
I've never felt more like a G
Even though my tank running on E
I'mma find a girl who wants to drive me to the places that I gotta go, the shit I gotta see (okay)
If I were you, don't even show your face dawg (get away from here)
Ain't nothing over here for you to hate on (get away from here)
Just words that I'm feeling in my soul bruh
A few stories that you can maybe learn from
And of course you and I gonna smoke somethin
The prehistoric shorties on the grind
And even when we dirty we gon shine (why's that)
Cause we all using power of our minds (what the fuck fool)
So maybe I should go back to school (fuck that)
Be less like me and be more like you (never)
Cause this Burger King shit ain't cool (hell nah)
Fair enough cause I got more shit to prove

[Hook]

[Interlude]
Shiiiit man, goddamnit I'm toast
Fucked up again
Goddamnit I'm toast

[Verse 2]
Maybe I should go back to school
Be less like me and be more like you
Cause this Burger King shit it ain't cool
Fair enough cause I got more shit to prove
There ain't really much for me to lose
So it's your turn go and make your move
And don't you ever act brand new
Cause we all got a mission, we gotta pull through

[Outro]
Man, I don't know about you, but I'm not a bitch
So, get out of my shell
Levels, many levels

Azizi Gibson - Toast Prod. Kamandi

[Hook]
Ya all the shit i did for a dollar
I done hustle, i done stole, i done rob
Man fucking up a rapper not a problem
Ya i would talk about some bitches that I'm trying to get with dog
But i already got 'em
Somebody do me like Drake did Meek
They go missing
You will never hear about em

[Verse 1]
I'm praying for your homie when they shot him
Don't go no where without em'
Thought somebody should of taught him
When there's blood on the leaves
It be looking like it's Autumn
I go Jordan, buy the ring
If i ain't got 'em then I'm Golem
I'm a mother fucking problem
By the dineros
Flood the whole city when it's in barrels
I want enough gold to satisfy ten phaorahs
Rappers thinking they in style when they in'apparel
Fuck a bitch, me and money we in wedlock, it's serious
And about her i go red dot, period
They was running game so i put them at a dead stop
Now it's just my day ones
Tighter than a dreadlock
Think they running up on one of us
Boy they best not
Serving out the nonsense
It ain't fucking with my conscience
Drinking til I'm unconscious

[Chorus]
I was made to hustle
I was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers
I was made to hustle
I was taught how to get cash and count this shit like no other
I know how to hustle

[Verse 2]
This the dirt that gonna keep me enity
Moving quarter bags of the OG
Only care about the money
I ain't really into stunting so I'm sitting lowkey
My homie told me
Don't even take a risk if you ain't gonna share the whole thing
I'm one of the realest in my city
There's a reason everybody know me
I keep it humble
But you a fraud trying to play hard
Call ya bluff, this ain't poker, we don't play cards
The world is yours
Gotta find an outlet, plug it in, and then take charge
They tried to stop us now they sitting in the graveyard
I'm in the streets letting rhymes out the AR
Cause i do dumb shit when i tape bars
You don't see me rocking nothing if it ain't ours
In love with fast money like I'm about to race cars

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Tell the feds they can run up in the house
I don't gotta keep a thang in the couch
That's my girl, made the 808 my spouse
When i fuck her it make everybody bounce
Told my homies, no time to waste, every second really counts
We got big deals nowadays
I be losing money trying to serve an ounce
Getting it by all accounts
I'm saying we been at it for a long time
Feel like I'm sitting on a gold mine
Don't ask me why the label ain't giving me no shine
Baby told me i don't need a cosign
Prove it when it's showtime
Feel like i did this shit in no time
I was patient waiting for it to be go time
Now i got it, every play, I'm at the goal line
I'm about to score a touchdown and your hoe mine
Bitch don't play about the money
Black Sheep 2 is here that shit is no longer coming
The streets was waiting i could feel the hunger
I'm back good as ever away from the slumber
Just give me a number, i came by to flood the whole summer
We serving up the nonsense
Drinking til I'm unconscious
It ain't fucking with my conscience
I was made to hustle

[Birdman Outro]

Caskey - Hu$tle

[Intro]

Yo rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz
This one's for you, man
I see everyone take you mad or nah..
I'm 'bout to really make them mad, yo

[Hook]

Most of the time when these people be talking I don't even hear 'em
They talk and they talk, but I do not hear shit when I'm near 'em
I, swear to God that I came up
Same stuff never changed up
Taking shots, get your aim up
Wanna play, get your game up
Then I see you hating so you know I gotta ask
You mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
I said tell me what you mad fo'
You mad bro?

[Verse 1]

Man, it's quite apparent that everybody gonna talk
They all got something to say
I bet you can hear it loud cause I'm up in your face
And everybody goes nuts when I'm up in the place
It's K. Flum, or Kevin
Whatever you want
And I'ma eat the beat up like it's dinner and lunch
And I be lookin' at my clock
Man, my timing is the shit
And you got it in a second, while I got it in a jiff
Killin' on ya'll like I got it on my hip
Didn't bring a fuck, I forgot it in the whip
Met a bad chick, cause I got her off the strip
And she talk about my dick cause she got it on her lips
Got a few girls in the dm
When I hit the city, I'ma see 'em
Roll up with my homies in the GM
Probably bringin' drama like a bm
Get your girl takin' [?]
Yo, I beat the beat up
You can call me Sharkeisha
Since I drop that, everyone wanna feature
Been in the game, and you watch from the bleachers
I'm out with your chick, and she buyin' me sneakers
Hottest white boy that you ever seen
Working hard
Tryna get a house with a [?]
Never liked school always been a c
I like what I see
I got better needs and you mad

[Hook]

Most of the time when these people be talking I don't even hear 'em
They talk and they talk, but I do not hear shit when I'm near 'em
I, swear to God that I came up
Same stuff never changed up
Taking shots, get your aim up
Wanna play, get your game up
Then I see you hating so you know I gotta ask
You mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
I said tell me what you mad fo'
You mad bro?

[Verse 2]

Round 2, no boxing match
And whatever I get I get lots of that
I'm not cocky, dawg
I'm sure of myself
And I'ma keep gettin' money like I'm suein' myself, damn
I sound like half of the guys that will make you believe half of the lies
Half of the time, I don't be hearin' that shit, homie
I cannot lie
I cannot lie, I could just tell you the truth
I could just sell you a suit
I'ma keep all the bread for myself
I'ma cool muthafucka I don't need no help
And still, they say that I sound like Drake, but I disagree
I've been doin' this for like 6 years now
I'm pretty sure that it's me
Yo, wait a second
Think about it
Cash and checks, my ink pronounces
Get the wax from sticky ounces
I love my girls, but I need a bouncer
Pull up to the show in a Tahoe
And you never see me caught up with the 5-0
And you never give less than a live show
Hi, I'm Kevin Flum and I put that on the bible, gone

[Hook]

Most of the time when these people be talking I don't even hear 'em
They talk and they talk, but I do not hear shit when I'm near 'em
I, swear to God that I came up
Same stuff never changed up
Taking shots, get your aim up
Wanna play, get your game up
Then I see you hating so you know I gotta ask
You mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
Uh, you mad bro?
Uh, yo, I said tell me what you mad fo'
I said tell me what you mad fo'
You mad bro?

Kevin Flum - U Mad Bro

[Intro]
Stuntman

[Hook 1]
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Pop a wheelie on 'em then I do the Bobby Shmurda
It's Freddie bitch, that mean it's murder
You want the truth go call Sojourner
I'm in that condo and the back the Flying Spur
See your ass looking flat I don't got a spare
You should see that nearest doctor and go get some air

[Verse 1]
Then hold that head straight
Hold up ma'am, hold up there
I am really stayin up here
It's the middle of the summer and I still wear fur, burr
Bet you see madusa, that mean I'm in Versace
Got you a walkie talkie, cause all you do is copy
Copy paste, crop your face
She like to tan, I like to shave
I'm gettin head whilst I get a fade
I'm sittin down but I'm getting laid

[Hook 2]
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Pop a wheelie on 'em then I do the Bobby Shmurda
It's Freddie bitch, that mean it's murda
You want the truth go call Sojourner
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Pop a wheelie on 'em then I do the Bobby Shmurda

[Verse 2]
I push up on her like the gymnast
Her body look like fitness
Just stop your fuckin questions
Bitch stay out of my business
Why you worry bout my ex
Stop tryna read my texts
Don't worry bout these tatted limbs unless you giving in
Oh I don't need no garden tools to go and plant these seeds
Red Ducati's and Kawasaki's maxing hour speeds
Vroom vromm on that broom, I got three in my room
Your girl phone went to voice-mail, you won't see nor tell no
Hold up there, I'm the mayor
I am really way up there
It's the middle of the summer and I still wear fur burr
How you know Safaree, I think I'm Ricky Bobby
I heard he single now so I'ma fuck em prolly
Did I get head, well it depends
She came in an Uber, left in my Benz
She was the illest one. out of her friends
Did it go down?, Hit send

[Hook 2]
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Pop a wheelie on 'em then I do the Bobby Shmurda
It's Freddie bitch, that mean it's murda
You want the truth, go call Sojourner
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner
Walk walk walkin with a limp because I got a burner

Safaree - Burner

Combustibles - In Da Mood

T - Mass - Bio Machine

Kid Cudi - Day 'N' Nite (Remix)

[Hook] (x2)
You ain't heard of shit like that?
Working all night, you know shit like that?
Cutting people off, you know shit like that?
Not enough money, but I spend it anyway
I'm tryna make it

[Verse 1: Russ]
I maneuver, I can smell the gouda
Me and Bugus got plans to sell out Abuja
Girls catching feelings, I ain't even throw shit
I just pay attention to the signs like a protest
If not me, then who?
If not now, then when?
Smoking by the pound, getting paid by the yen
Baby girl I'm global, in and out of zip codes
Make a lot of noise when I move, I don't tip toe
Dreams too big, I don't like small talk
We thank God, oh, yeah ahka
Give your girl vodka, now she acting single
Yeah shit like that, she know the lingo
Looking at life through the windshield
Not through the rear view
I've been turning up my life I don't hear you
Steer through the doubt, how I'm feeling lately
I'll never feed a mouth talking crazy

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 2: Bugus]
Hit the runway like it's fashion week
Put in work like a slave, made a master piece
Still dark as night, came alive in the PM
African, but I drive European
People gotta squint, my future is blinding
I'm like, "watch, it's all about timing"
Flight so long that I picked up a hobby
My Volvo feel like a Bugatti
Accounts in the red like the '96 Bulls
Needed just push, now I got pull
Now I might take a white girl to Lagos
Sit and talk about race like its Talladega
Even though it drag, my formula one
If I take an L, I'll be smoking a blunt
From the sound, we won like singles
Out of town, run wild like gringos

[Hook] (x2)
You ain't heard of shit like that?
Working all night, you know shit like that?
Cutting people off, you know shit like that?
Not enough money, but I spend it anyway
I'm tryna make it

Russ - Shit Like That

~Missing lyrics~
[Intro:]
9-1-7-4-5
Yo, Night Lovell my nigga
I'm your fucking biggest fucking fan for mothefuckin' goddamn real nigga
You have to call me back nigga
We gotta make a mixtape nigga
I'm just kidding, but for real call me back
I wanna talk to yo ass nigga

[Verse 1: Night Lovell]
Worldwide, I'm a young nigga
Stress so weak never thought I would deliver
The cold getting close so all my niggas gon' shiver
I'm a motherfucking king to the bitch when I'm wid her
Momma's boy, Yeah I'm a momma's boy
Been hiding the nasal all summer boy
So close can't you smell the aroma boy
I play alone but I ain't really that kinda boy yeahh
I'm the type of kid that makes you think about your life
Type of kid to take your wife, give no fucks she'll take my pipe
Yeah, co-sign fuck a co-sign
All gaze nigga I'm the alumni
I'm a weird ass kid wearing tight ass pants
With a pink ass shirt and a bow tie
Got dreams that I be up in Osaka
Talk straight shit I'm the light skin Flocka
Lovell I see you found a bad ting in Karabana
Keep a straight face with knife to my collar
Meet a Spanish bitch say she like Americana
Hear that you a good girl but I know you wanna
See I got fucked up thoughts, weird nigga with the plots
I'm the ghost see me eating with a [?]
Soft ass nigga with the plans be [?]

MISOGI - Worldwide Feat. Night Lovell, Curtis Heron, Fifty Grand & Dylan Brady

[Verse 1]
Still checking at the place still cold
Moving in a way no place no snow
Straight chillin' with my niggas and shiver
Thinking about the sun lay thoughts on the river

Move back nigga, move back nigga
Fake Jordan-ass whack-ass bitch nigga
I come packed with eleven damn shots
I claim this city and I take your spot

Stay thinking about a white one
Thinking about a bright sun
That I changed straight from the dark shit

No take when I'm playing with the black gun nigga
You ain't never been a god since the last run

No stares in the place that's you
A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe

Track track to the place back back nigga
Tell me that I'm like a nigga but my flow sicker

[Bridge]
Calling
Calling
Calling
I’m calling
Calling
Calling
Calling
Shit!

Yea! (Shit!)

[Verse 2]
Dressed like a motherfucking god when I reach the spot (Shit!)
Niggas always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (Shit!)

Change ways niggas no truth no plot
Fuck a white brand no top no spot
Сhase all day till the darts in the back
But my niggas fuck bitches in the back of the cab

Claim riches but a nigga been whack
Never talk boy with your fake ass stack

Сash cash talking about cash cash nigga
When I throw that shade catch catch nigga

Last time when I talked to a man
Well shit run quick slash slash for the neck nigga

Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show

Please don't try never show my pack
Bitch don't cry just move that tech
That's trash thought I'd never really say this
Caught my music on my ex bitch playlist

Bitches say 613 that's the greatest
But I never see no niggas ever famous

Fax-boy black boy trash boy trash boy
Ten fake bape hoodies fake face boy

Know I tell these niggas that I never do shit
But my thoughts never sick
So I'm never not slick nigga nigga

Watch me leave this place you stay
Think about the fault you made
Change the fucking shit you say
I may be back another day

[Outro]
From the North side…
You started some like, some cold shit
And we run it
No more of that game stuff like
I'm done with that

Night Lovell - Still Cold

(HMM Squad Squad Squad HMM)


[E-mann] Unexpected like a mixtape catch u at your crib
If your reading this it is too late
(HMM)
[JoJo]Point A chopper at a nigga Now he running like a track race
(HMM)
[Devo] catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner cut
His head off leave his ass with a full plate
(HMM)
[Jojo] Nigga talking shit put the metal to his
Mouth now i call his ass brace face
(2X)
(HMM)
[JoJo] And your bitch up for grabs like a sweepstakes imma
Eat her ass like a cheesecake
(HMM)
[E-Mann] Now we back to my place bust on her face with my nut like a tooth paste
(HMM)
[E-Mann] Straight up at his crib like its home alone mac up to his face u would think he got a lipstick on
(HMM)
[JoJo] Price on his head hell of ice like a sled make a
Nigga freeze up like frozone
(HMM)
[Devo] Put the chrome to a nigga dome now his ass stuck
Like he need a couple chromosomes
(HMM)
[Sumo] Im at your door like a ding dong ill serve you like
Ping pong
(HMM)
[Devo] And your bitch say my name like im Mike Jones immma
Eat her ass like some neckbones
(HMM)
[Sumo] chopper ring like a telephone shoot him in the
Stomach you will think a nigga belly gone
(HMM)
[JoJo] Bitches say i rap like a sing-a-long and they got
It playing on they phone like a ringtone
(HMM)
[E-Mann] Big Dick King Kong took her to the crib then i
Put the whole team on
(HMM)
[E-Mann] I just got some cash on the flip shit Bought your
Bitch some toms so she playing for the patriots
(HMM)
[JoJo] Always first never second im a god in the heavens
When i die im a legend on my drake shit
(HMM)
[Devo] Pull up on your block with the banana clip if a
Nigga lackin imma turn him into a banana split
(HMM)
[Sumo] I Chhhhhhhchop shit body up in pieces pick it up
With some chop sticks
(HMM)
[Devo] Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch and you know
Imma eat her ass like some catfish
(HMM)
[Sumo] I pull up like Skerrrr peep out the window then i
Have to pop shit
(HMM)
[JoJo] Like herbo we kill shit we gone fuck around and
Crack your bitch like a base hit
(HMM)
[E-Mann] I can train your bitch mike vick shawty had a
Hand fuck around and ray rice shit
(HMM)
[E-Mann] Channel 9 Pronounced them dead lay them on the
Bodies like a mattress on a bed
(HMM)
[Jojo] Catch a nigga trynna to run shoot him in the side
Make him do the stanky leg
(HMM)
[Sumo] If he like being dead face shots push your eyeballs back to your head
(HMM)
[Devo] Nigga think its sweet till his blood shed now he
Ain't responding to nobody like his phone dead
(HMM)
[Sumo] I ain't even going for his head chest shot leaking
Have him like he standin for the pledge
(HMM)
[Devo] Got a bad bitch laying in my bed watching spongebob
While she give me fantastic head
(HMM)
[JoJo] Got your girl in the backseat sweating like an
Athlete now she on top like a bunk bed
(HMM)
[E-Mann] Guns pointed at his head call his ass ebola how
A pussy nigga spread
(Hmm)
[E-Mann]
Four Niggas got the whole world doing it got Niggas Teed up like a body on a crucifix
(Hmm)
[Jojo]
Me and my squad we up in this bitch nigga talkin shit we act a fool like Ludacris
(Hmm)
[Devo]
With your bitch make a movie clip slide in the crib and eat her ass like tuna fish
(Hmm)
[Sumo]
I come through shooting shit bodies dropping have the U-Haul come and move the shit
(Hmm)
[Sumo]
Shooters going crazy like some lunatics
[Devo]
Uzi spit
[Jojo]
Fill a nigga up his medulla split
[E-Mann]
Who is this
[Jojo]
Nigga we not new to this
[Devo]
True to this
[Sumo]
Passing hoes to my bros
[Eman]
We be alley-hooping Shit
(Hmmmmmm)

Hot Headzz - Hmm

Rae Sremmurd - No Flex Zone (Baewatch Trap Bootleg)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything you do
Smoke weed

[Hook]
Time flies, no lie
I'd rather be getting high
Ridin' with my niggas gettin' right
It ain't over 'till I say so
Time flies, no lie
I'd rather be getting high
Ridin' with my niggas gettin' right
It ain't over 'till I say so

[Verse 1]
Hold up, roll up, mo' money to throw up
Walk in the club, everybody go up
A hundred and fifty K just to show up
And everything ain't what it seems
It's hard to live somebody else's dreams
I put all my trust in my team
Know that my money straight, won't let nothing come in between
Politic with my fam, never let the hate intervene
Smoking weed out of Vegas and thanking God for the scene
Thinking back to when we ain't have it
Made it on, came far, needed practice
Moving forward while you thinking backwards
Never sleep, hardly need a mattress
I kick my shoes off my feet, then fall asleep in my seat
Claiming you on your job, well doggie, it ain't complete
Claiming you got the squad but you niggas can't compete
Came with too many broads, can't fit them all in my suite
What can I say? Bring the champagne glasses, roll the J's faster

[Hook]
Time flies, no lie
I'd rather be getting high
Ridin' with my niggas gettin' right
It ain't over 'till I say so
Time flies, no lie
I'd rather be getting high
Ridin' with my niggas gettin' right
It ain't over 'till I say so

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