Times (feat. Fat Mello)
Bighand-NO
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Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man Chill out man think this thru look to ya left and right See them people coming thru Take it slow calm down think about this Do you really wanna do this now Look up in them people house See the mother see the kids think about all them old people on the couch Got grandmas ans shit you don't really wanna do this This aint ya type dog you don't really wanna do this Naw this aint really you You got them niggas from the hood gettin into you Talkn bout nigga I get the nigga F*ck the nigga family Nigga I get the nigga F*ck the nigga family You want me ride around wit you You wanna ride around wit me Ya'll niggas supposed to be all up on the side of me And when I go to do the shit none of y'all wanna ride wit me Ya'll niggas bribe me and ride straight by me I'm a grind this out nigga times is hard And I don't trust a soul I don't know who my dog Don't ask no questons I don't know who involved And the shit hits the fan better know who to call I'm a grind this out nigga times is hard And I don't trust a soul I don't know who my dog Don't ask no questons I don't know who involved And the shit hits the fan better know who to call A don't bad mouth me nothing fake nothing snake nothing rat about me wait Cause you high and your mind above trees I'll tack you like the flyer bet the wire you bleed No plead to the judge like your honor not me I was chillin in the sauna marijuana green leaf See you pre madonna for the drama boy please Underwater it's a slaughter ain't no way you gon breathe Yes indeed ya boy got everything he need Make it hard for ya dog just to move in the streets Losin his sleep and windows up Moving in his jeep and he look around every single corner he meet And greet every individual lookin unqiue Don't wanna meet the beast so he keep it discreet I play the late night just like a thief And While he's sinkin in them sheets I be eatin that beef Blowow I'm a grind this out nigga times is hard And I don't trust a soul I don't know who my dog Don't ask no questons I don't know who involved And the shit hits the fan better know who to call I'm a grind this out nigga times is hard And I don't trust a soul I don't know who my dog Don't ask no questons I don't know who involved And the shit hits the fan better know who to call
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Written by: Albert Dorsey, Norris Jenkins
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