Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Got Time!, artist - Tyler, The Creator. Date of issue: 20.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Ain't Got Time! |
| (We're going to dance |
| And exercise |
| And have some fun) |
| I ain’t got time for these niggas |
| Better throw a watch at the boy |
| Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar |
| Who the fuck you talkin' to motherfucka? |
| Boy I ain’t got tiiiime for these bitches |
| Better throw a clock at these hoes |
| Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose |
| Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy? |
| Boy I ain’t got time |
| Boy, I need a Kleenex |
| How I got this far? |
| Boy, I can’t believe it |
| That I got this car, so I took scenic |
| Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix |
| First… (Happy birthday!!!) |
| You bitch ass nigga yep, I’m thirstay |
| The little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me |
| I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place |
| I ain’t got tiiiime for these niggas |
| Better throw a watch at the boy |
| Had my boys in this bitch, lookin' like a seminar |
| Who the fuck you talkin' to motherfucka? |
| Boy I ain’t got tiiiime for these bitches |
| Better throw a clock at these hoes |
| Had these hoes in this bitch lookin' for a water hose |
| Who the fuck you talking to, muthafuckin boy? |
| Boy I ain’t got time |
| Nat Turner would be so proud of me |
| Cause all these (motherfuckers!) got they style from me |
| I bet they all looking from the crowd at me |
| And if I ask them, they’ll bow to me |
| But, you a house nigga, so you don’t know |
| How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose |
| And my big dick and my short hair |
| Cuz' you already know how slow my shit grow |
| Tick tock |
| Tick tock |
| Tick tock |
| Tick tock |
| Been the man with a bigger plan |
| Niggas know the deal |
| When I set upon, bet I get a 100 mil' |
| Next line, I’ll have em' like woah |
| I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004 |
| One need to See three Ms |
| Four, five, six years ago |
| Suck selling figure |
| Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up |
| I’mma be common, so you gon' need commas |
| Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada |
| You ain’t important |
| I’mma keep sporting |
| All Smiles Over Here |
| Shout out to The Garden |
| (Tick tock) |
| And, I just handle all my business like a chess board |
| (Tick tock, tick tock) |
| And them golf boys, that’s my muthafuckin' set boy |
| Hard to swallow like some thick soda |
| Walk wit' it, 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda |
| Do the Skywalker, riding round' sola |
| And the kid skin sprite, and my tint cola |
| Getting neck from the ball like some big shoulders |
| Til' I bust like that 9 in your heat holster |
| Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster |
| And I bred orthodox like I eat kosher |
| Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loafa |
| Green bread, I be chilling like a clean sofa |
| It’s that thick odor |
| Young money T |
| Young fuckers, black boy, oh silly me |
| (I ain’t got time!) |
| Better talk shit |
| 'Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit |
| Pants got a little flood, nigga pipe down |
| A lil uzi, lil boosie way I wipe down |
| (Boy I ain’t got time!) |
| To be sittin' here right now |
| 'Cause niggas dying every day |
| And I ain’t light brown |
| And I-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no pose |
| So I went and did a 12 page spread in Vogue |
| (Nigga I ain’t got time!) |
| Listen man I’m dat boy |
| All you lil niggas clones, boy I feel dat boy |
| You better kill that noise |
| Turn around and remap route |
| When they see that boy with them figures and that gap tooth |
| Tick tock |
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| Tick tock |
| «Fuck… Hello» |