| Spent twenty bands on a new watch, walk in the lot, buy the new drop
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| Still ridin' dirty, got a whole zip in the pint, so I’m dodgin' from the cops
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| Diamonds wet, yeah they feel like some mops
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| I just got off the phone with my pops, he say you gotta give it everything you
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| got
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| Jewelry on me, lookin' like Dippin' Dot
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| L just got him a new Glock, woke up got some new guap
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| Said she wanna chew cock, pocket rocket in my tube sock
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| I just broke down some moon rock (moon rock)
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| Smokin' California while I’m gettin' California love like I’m 2Pac (2Pac)
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| I’m just a icey young fella in the new Gucci, I feel like I’m Guwop
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| (Guwop)
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| I just bought
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| I swear Dice SoHo be flyer than a muhfuckin' Pelican
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| You niggas' steady like some bitches, that shit is irrelevant
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| I know they schemin', tryna watch all my moves, so I move like the…
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| Aye, spent twenty bands on a new watch, they don’t know what time it is (don't
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| know what time it is)
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| Walk in the club, give me all ones, then she know what time it is (she know
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| what time it is)
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| Rockin' some lean with racks in, they call me the designer kid (call me the
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| designer kid)
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| I’m in, so I had to decline a bitch (had to decline her)
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| You know I had to decline a bitch, hold on, let me remind you, bitch
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| The clothes that I got on imported, know you can’t find the shit
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| (can't find it)
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| Exotic whip with the seats massaging me, I’m reclining it
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| They know what time it is (they know what time it is)
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| They know what time it is (they know what time it is)
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| In the back of the 'Bach with a hoe, fake ass, fake titties (uh)
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| Left hand I’m styrofoam cup, right hand on the kitty (yeah)
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| In the face real pretty, bad bitch from New York City
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| She seen it all, she sure did it
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| 4 AM in the Hollywood Hills, private party, yeah it litty
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| All she wanna do is molly and coke, I just wanna doja
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| She blowin' my mind, I’m blowin' her doja
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| Outside, it’s a Ghost with a chauffeur
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| Old bitch thought I wasn’t gon' make it, look at my now, hoe, I told you (I
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| told you bitch)
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| Blow the money like it ain’t nothin' to me, I’mma throw through that shit til'
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| it’s over (it's over)
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| Hunnid bands wrapped in rubber bands and the Gucci bag around my shoulder
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| (racks)
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| And you know the whole gang with me, I don’t go nowhere without my soldiers
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| (Icey Life)
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| Grow the hardcore OG on the West Coast, (gas pedal)
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| Every week we at Boa, to the bitch, I hate bein' sober
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| Hit
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| Aye, spent twenty bands on a new watch, they don’t know what time it is (don't
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| know what time it is)
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| Walk in the club, give me all ones, then she know what time it is (she know
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| what time it is)
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| Uh, rockin' some lean with racks in, they call me the designer kid (call me the
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| designer kid)
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| Uh, I’m in, so I had to decline a bitch
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| You know I had to decline a bitch, hold on, let me remind you, bitch
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| The clothes that I got on imported, know you can’t find the shit
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| (can't find it)
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| Exotic whip with the seats massaging me, I’m reclining it
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| They know what time it is (they know what time it is)
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| They know what time it is (they know what time it is)
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| They know what time it is
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| They — they — they know what time it is
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| They know what time it is
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| They — they — they know what time it is |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time It Is , by - Dice SoHo. Song from the album You Could Have, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп