Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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