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24 Playboi Carti Feat. Gunna - No Time
Dj S.R.
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Wake up in the mornin', know I gotta do this shit
Ayy, let's do it
(Cannon)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, yeah
Clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch
She a dime (hold up)
All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)
They stay lyin'
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, yeah
Clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah)
She a dime (hold up)
All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)
They stay lyin'
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin' my line (my line)
You cap like Mitchell & Ness, lil' nigga, stop lyin' (no cap, uh)
Chop that top on my Lam', I'm livin' my life (livin' my life, yeah)
Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (uh)
Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (make her my wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes)
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (put 'em on a flight)
Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (see 'em in the night)
Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight), uh
Traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (really wanna ride)
Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (not my kind)
Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wastin' my time (wastin' my time)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, yeah
Clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch
She a dime (hold up)
All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)
They stay lyin'
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, yeah
Clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah)
She a dime (hold up)
All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)
They stay lyin' (what?)
My bitch fine, huh
You don't wanna lie, hol' up
My bitch bitin', hol' up
These niggas been bitin', yeah
But my diamonds keep bitin', uh
These hoes be bitin', hol' up
These niggas be bitin', hol' up, hol' up, uh
Bitch, I'm the bomb, yeah, Bin Laden
Got a bitch hittin' the line right now, yeah
Say she got molly, uh, yeah
Sour, yeah, I don't do sour (nah, yeah)
OG, you know me, yeah
It's cold outside, I need a long sleeve, yeah
Ballin' on your ho like Kobe (Kobe), uh (ballin')
Dunkin' on your ho like no B (what? what?)
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed (what? what?)
That boy dead (yeah)
Arm and a leg, hol' up, yeah
Head and chest (that boy dead)
Turnin' your head (that boy dead)
Take your bread (that boy dead)
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, yeah
Clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch
She a dime (hold up)
All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah)
They stay lyin'
We ain't got time
I drop my demons off, yeah
Clear my mind
Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah)
She a dime (hold up)
All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here
They stay lyin'