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4 SECONDS
Dope Life
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(God damn I'm leaving, I'm leaving)
(No, no - I can't handle this anymore)
(I swear to God you guys are so unfunny...)
(4 FUCKING SECONDS!)
Rollie on my wrist
I ain't got the time
Clock up on the wall
But I ain't got the time
Timer on my phone
I ain't got the time
She asking me for time alone but I ain't got the time
Uh
One second and I fill my wallet up by bout a ton (cash cash)
Two seconds with your girl
Threesome and imma run
Four seconds, only took her four secs to make me-
Four seconds, only took her four secs to make me-
Cum quick, imma hit, any snitch like I'm in Quidditch (fuck rats)
While you fidget with your digits
I'm out getting bitches' digits (cell phone)
Brokies shopping on wish
While I'm buying all your wishlist
If the pussy tastes like fish
Your breath be smelling fishless
Rollie on my wrist
I ain't got the time
Clock up on the wall
But I ain't got the time
Timer on my phone
I ain't got the time
She asking me for time alone but I ain't got the time
Rollie on my wrist
I ain't got the time
Clock up on the wall
But I ain't got the time
Timer on my phone
I ain't got the time
She asking me for time alone but I ain't got the time
Yeah
I'll show you how it's fucking done
I'm paid daily while you're waiting on your monthly sum
I'm dying to get my hands dirty with these fucking anthems
Burst the speakers
Turn this up
Ripping out your eardrum
Yo
It's time to settle this quick
I read the newspaper while she sucking this dick
What's new
Paper coming in with one click
And then I dip it in the cream like a bread stick
Yuh
I ain't got the time
Coz where were you when I was sniffing all those lines (Yuh)
Bad little bitch know I'm a rockstar
Popstar
Bitch you made me a motherfucking pornstar
Wasted, pasted, your body gets tasted
Hate this, hate me, I know they all hate me
Slate me, debate me, I got two fifty on my wrist
Rollie, Rollie, Rollie
Yeah I pull through with my anger fist
Rollie on my wrist
I ain't got the time
Clock up on the wall
But I ain't got the time
Timer on my phone
I ain't got the time
She asking me for time alone but I ain't got the time
Rollie on my wrist
I ain't got the time
Clock up on the wall
But I ain't got the time
Timer on my phone
I ain't got the time
She asking me for time alone but I ain't got the time