Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Time, artist - Pop Smoke.
Date of issue: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
More Time |
More time, melly and D nice still in the cage |
More time, that ain’t gon' stop us from getting paid |
More time, certain things ain’t never gonna change |
Never speak to them guys without your lawyer 'cause they giving more time |
My man’s down, I put him on a chain |
More time, a lotta niggas can’t handle the pain |
More time, I’m a heart and a motor team |
So my son killa sittin' on a dream |
Nigga more time |
If my man’s down nigga I up and get 'em |
Max Payne, I’m toting chests of Berettas |
Never trust a boy, it’s always a set up |
If I see an opp I bet I’ma wet 'em |
New speed I bet I change up the level |
Make it rain, I bet up I change up the weather |
To walk through I need 25 or better |
All hundreds, have 'em sticking together |
Louie V and Amiri the denim |
My man’s up, started rocking Gucci sweaters |
Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen |
Pinky ring, Cartier lens |
Ride around, big body Benz |
Blacked out, all you see is tint |
See me I ain’t worried 'bout men |
Act up, get a shot to the chin |
Hollow tips got acquiring taste |
Get straight but my brother a ape |
Catch a body then I’m back in the cave |
If you don’t got a body you can’t relate |
If you don’t bang you can’t get in the car |
Big woo, know I’m shooting for stars |
Momma beggin' me to pray to allah |
Walk in the morn, niggas know who we are |
40 mm plain Jane |
Niggas get life and start naming names |
Pussy nigga, get the fuck out my way |
Ma I’m sorry I’m just stuck in my ways |
Hello, why I care bout a Regis and Pellot |
I love my bitch Spanish, she yellow |
Her ass fat, feel like jello |
She say she want a shaneenee |
Pop Smoke on the TV |
I did 15 on my checkings |
She said she didn’t believe me |
Until I pulled up in the foreign |
And I catch her on the T&D |
Snowman like Jeezy |
VS I’m freezing |
Red bottoms I’m bleedin' |
Louboutin when I’m steppin' |
Stone cold what I’m reppin' |
And big 38 for the weapon |
Man down, check the score board |
I’m a bulldog with this 44 |
Break legs like Paul George |
Said I break legs like Paul George |
Grrt |