Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All About Timing, artist - Joey Fatts. Album song Still Cutthroat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cutthroat
Song language: English
All About Timing |
Ayy |
It’s Loyalty |
Ayy |
Ain’t shit changed but the diamond quality |
Bad lil bitch givin' me lobotomy |
I’ve been layin' low for a minute |
But I’m back, and I need my interest |
Fuck rap, bitch, I’m still in the kitchen, ayy |
I-40 with them chickens |
Bricks in the panel, shit be lookin' dentures |
Niggas ‘round me hatin', swear to God I feel the tension, ayy |
But for now, shit, we grindin', quit bitchin' |
My mama say she worried ‘bout me |
She be thinkin' if somebody shot me |
Or with a charge, stuck up in the county |
I say, «Don't worry, mama. |
God got me» |
I got this .40, eye red dotty |
If a nigga try to take me from you |
I’m ‘bout to cry all these onions |
Rest in Peace, Kobe |
‘Bout to mix the ‘Roc with the ‘Tussin, ayy |
To these niggas, dawg, I’m like Paul Bunyan |
A giant, yeah, these niggas in the game, but I run it |
I been chillin', grindin' |
Patient, ‘cause it’s all about timin' |
You niggas out here lyin' |
Cappin', boastin', jivin' |
I see it, but a nigga never mind it |
It’s all about timin' |
Ayy, it’s all about timin' |
Ayy, it’s all about |
Fast money, fast cars, fast hoes, ayy |
Man, this lifestyle is all know |
Damn, baby lookin' like she at a centerfold, ayy |
You would’ve never thought she was a ho |
But I’m a sender, ayy |
Put her in a blender |
Bring that bag back to daddy |
Let her keep that shit you tipped her, ayy |
I’m that nigga, lil baby, I’m that nigga |
I don’t need a bitch for shit |
She leave a nigga, I won’t miss her, ayy |
Shit ain’t been same on the East |
And gettin' money niggas lookin' strange in a |
I’m a big dumb, switchin' lanes in a V |
If a nigga wanna bang, we got that thang on the seat, ayy |
Made it to the top, but I started underneath, ayy |
Boy, I’m from the mud, like some mufuckin' cleats, ayy |
Started sellin' drugs at the age of sixteen, ayy |
All my fuckin' problems, weighed ‘em on a triple beam, ayy |
I been chillin', grindin' |
Patient, ‘cause it’s all about timin' |
You niggas out here lyin' |
Cappin', boastin', jivin' |
I see it, but a nigga never mind it |
It’s all about timin' |
Ayy, it’s all about timin' |
Ayy, it’s all about |