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Iluyomade Damilola
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Time of our life
Said I just got up in my element
All my close friends are dead presidents
Cold hearted killers like they came up out the revenant
Lyrical with the flow and on the beat ain't show no sentiment
Put a price on your head and we ain't never leave an evidence
Say who you know goin put like 6 hoes in a foreign
All the shit they talk is boring but I still be with em shawtys
I see my shawty tryna look up in my phone girl if my line
Goin ever buzz it's just goin be that money calling
To all my niggas in club steady popping bottles
I see got all the models bet you make a lady feel alright
Throw some money on that ass
It's the time of our life
To all my ladies in the club I see your fine ass
Get up to a nigga with money You Put in work and throw it back
It's the time of our life
Make a nigga feel alright
It takes me nothing make your lady to take off her cloths
Shawty got Addicted to this divk like the blow on her nose
Body of a goddess leave a trap nigga begging for more
I can make it cracking make it snapping you don't wanna war
Girl I be taking you home
Put her in a figure 4
I make the kitty purrr
Shawty make that booty drop
Catch a nigga lacking, and we wack him with the double pump
Do a nigga asap make it rocky if you Tryna cross
Huhhhh
It's 6am in the morning your Shawty calling
With a body looking really appealing have all my money
Fake original you just goin burst it for me
Spot you from far you got it from your mummy
And Yeah the gang is what a nigga goin be repping
Do my dirty on a low and leave these other Nigga guess
I want a nigga down
Got niggas who do it for me
Put them in the ground
Then you come get this money yeah
And if you fucking wrong with me it be your last try
Flicker Tha wrist up in the kitchen like a Stir fry
I know the molly really kicking so you sky high
But you ain't really really freaky on the down side
Up in a private school still keep a cloudy room
I smoke that loud and yeah your lady sip that Flacker juice
And if the porters boadaboom you know we badabim
Touching more kitties than a vet you know what i mean
And I ain't never miss a target AK got a beam
200 Thousand for a Jean check out my new Celine
I gotta do this shit easy so nigga gotta see
Ain't I ain't tell you my reason you ain't no friend of me
I want your body on my body want that pretty things
She wants diamonds want some Gucci want the shiny things
After the conversation shawty don gave me a fee
You goin get the racks and ama do some shit that makes you scream
To all my niggas in club steady popping bottles
I see got all the models bet you make a lady feel alright
Throw some money on that ass
It's the time of our life
To all my ladies in the club I see your fine ass
Get up to a nigga with money You Put in work and throw it back
It's the time of our life
Make a nigga feel alright
Writer(s): Iluyomade Damilola
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