Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2025, artist - Dibì
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Song language: English
2025 |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga? No!) |
Fuck it, if they keep it, Ima get it by myself |
I won’t stop to load the trophies just be chilling on my shelf |
I see mama get a stroke, and that was fucking with my health |
And we both know who was helping |
It won’t come from nowhere else |
This is twenty-twenty shit, take that Henny-Henny sip |
And for VIP’s and they hop on any dick |
Long as you got plenty chips, man, I see so many tricks |
We’re in twenty-twenty-five and Dibi’s got so many hits |
Pack it (Pack!), rack it (Rack!), rapping (Rap!), acting (Act!) |
Anything can happen, come and see the magic |
I got lil' kids around me might even be marrying (I might!) |
I took rap to making riches and turned it to a habit (I did!) |
I don’t really fuck with credit, only card I have is debit |
If I roll it then I said it, I don’t think these niggas get it, hommie |
I am in the future, never looking back |
That’s like looking at medusa, whoosah! |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga? No!) |
I’m from the future, I came here in a time machine that you invented. |
Now, take me to the year nineteen-eighty… |
I ain’t got time for this, plenty of these niggas are catching a fine for this |
I ain’t got time for this, making a living, but I got to rhyme for it |
I gotta grind for this, not gonna get it by standing in line for this |
Putting my mind to this, smoking a joint while some wine and shit |
I ain’t got time for this, plenty of these niggas are catching a fine for this |
I ain’t got time for this, making a living, but I got to rhyme for it |
I gotta grind for this, not gonna get it by standing in line for this |
Putting my mind to this, smoking a joint while some wine and shit |
Who’s that? |
Who’s that? |
Who’s that? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
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(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
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(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
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(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga? No!) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga?) |
Who’s that chilling in my time machine? |
(Ey, why you fucking with my time, nigga? No!) |