Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prime Time , by - Troy Ave. Song from the album White Christmas 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
Prime Time |
| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it |
| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest |
| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass |
| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss |
| Crusader’s one of the realest verses I eva wrote |
| But all my verses be real, you could believe the quotes |
| I’m movin' real how I feel, I turn niggas to ghosts |
| These rumors have it, don’t kill me, don’t get up your hopes |
| I stay ready and my wrist steady |
| Niggas that I’m with daily, come and get buried |
| John Flint, still I never slit |
| Matchin' shorts with the grisp, movin' militant, yessir |
| 80 thousand worth of jewels on me, burr |
| Niggas trying to be my new homies, curve |
| Trust will get you dust or lined up by a herd, damn bitch |
| Over bread he go to paper, sandwich |
| Corner stores full of murals, a past vic |
| Dont’s, was the king, getting slicker was ages, Don’t |
| Play my mirrors don’t play that shit when I, Come |
| Nigga I’m not dumb, no |
| My paranoia’s healthy |
| They wanna be gangsta I just wanna be black and wealthy, god |
| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it |
| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest |
| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass |
| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss |
| I stay strapped everyday, pussy |
| I kill you like I’m bout to kill J, pussy |
| She a hot count lil honey |
| I don’t count on nobody I just count on my money |
| These niggas broke and full of excuses — ridiculous |
| Me and the paper in sync like dirty dishes |
| My nigga Block clean diamonds in his dentures |
| Eatin' on rock slings, grind is relentless |
| And the same goes for me |
| Champs say it’s always shovel when I’m wearing that gold T |
| That’s my muthafuckin' brother, he’ll kill anything fo' me |
| Real nigga shit, I don’t owe nothin' when I pull up out that dealership |
| You betta know who you dealin' with |
| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it |
| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest |
| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass |
| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss |
| I praise God and I get money, in that order |
| I’m a million dollar nigga drinking tab water |
| I don’t care about the crowds or impressing no grown man |
| I only got one son, and y’all are not him |
| Shouts to little Rell Rell, daddy got the good lo' |
| Shining on these niggas I done climbed up from below |
| Thousand dollar fixtures just to light up my new flow |
| Statuary marble fill the veins like it do dope |
| That’s a nine, she a nine |
| Baby bag cost a dime, hold my nine |
| But a real bitch’s no denying |
| She say fine, I swear it better stay in line |
| Or else I’m firing, Powder |
| Two semi autos, we bout to go for it |
| Took off so fast, I’m yellin' go Forrest |
| Nigga run fast with yo punk ass |
| When my gun blast somethin' gon' pass |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Fuck you and who say you’ll be missed |
| Pussy nigga, talk that talk |
| You gon' get all that chalk |
| Seventeen, bet you all we won’t miss |