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Alone Time
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Alone Time was released on September 8, 2023 by Great Lake Enterprise TF as a part of the album Scamman
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AlbumScamman
Release DateSeptember 8, 2023
LabelGreat Lake Enterprise TF
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bandgang Javar
Bandgang Javar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devon Willis
Devon Willis
Composer

Lyrics

(Bands made this, period)
My bitches wanna spend more time, they've been poutin'
Fill bags down even though how stupid they be soundin'
For all I know, she gettin' fucked right now, she get around
And this money on the floor, for all I care, you could be drownin'
I ain't Animal Control, ain't 'bout to chase a bitch
Say she want to go to Maui, can't afford the trip
I ain't Make-A-Wish
I pay for that, you know how long you would be suckin' dick?
Think I don't know about them **** you be fuckin' with?
I ain't dumb, I'm just too cool to sweat a bitch
Iced buffs on, chillin' with my other bitch
But not for long, she's so thick, I be nuttin' quick
We on a sneaky link
Ice blind the bitches, but somebody still notice me
Her ex got mad, linked the pictures, he a creep
All that lame shit, I see why she left the ****, sheesh
You don't need these hoes
Stay on your grind, don't believe these hoes
Can you believe these hoes?
Want you to be a good **** while they out bein' hoes
You don't need these hoes
Stay on your grind, don't believe these hoes
Can you believe these hoes?
Want you to be a good **** while they out bein' hoes
I'm still cool with all my old bitches
'Cause I don't lie, sneak around to spare a ho feelings
From day one, they knew they'd never be the only women
I pay all five these hoes' bills, so they ain't even trippin'
Your corny ass fucked the game up
Spendin' cash the only way to make a bitch fuck
These hoes spoiled, they don't even wanna clean up
Just wanna eat Hot Cheetos, lie, and get drunk
I give a bitch back to the **** she used to
I don't need you, bitch, your kids do
All these bad bitches be ran through
That's like havin' two hundred thousand miles on a Benz coupe
I be on that paper like computer rink
I was puttin' petty **** on, one ran off with a P
Was that a thousand? Keep it bum, I make that in my sleep
You a lame, ain't gon' do shit but spend it on a freak
And I'ma still be up
You be buyin' bitches bags, and they still won't fuck
Money can't un-lame ****, y'all still ain't us
Too many fish in the sea to stress about one slut
Written by: Devon Willis
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