Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's My Time, artist - Young Dolph. Album song A Time 2 Kill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
It's My Time |
I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind |
nothing but money on my line |
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time |
According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time |
Now young nigga doin' gang signs |
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs |
According to this, bitch it’s my time |
It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time |
Yeah bitch, it’s my time |
Spent a brick on my left wrist |
And all that smoking, staying high times |
Fucked your bitch without trying |
Fuckniggas saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now |
Hold up, hold up |
Found this A-plus |
Now, let’s get back to this shit |
It’s Dolph |
I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind |
nothing but money on my line |
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time |
According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time |
Now young nigga doin' gang signs |
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs |
According to this, bitch it’s my time |
It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time |
Yeah bitch, it’s my time |
Spent a brick on my left wrist |
And all that smoking, staying high times |
Eyes red |
Fucked your bitch without trying |
Fuckniggas saying my name, and watch me pull up with the Glock, now |
One foot in the traphouse |
One foot in the rap booth |
The type of nigga that sacked up over your bitch house and leaving residue |
I don’t give a fuck, yeah I’m rude |
Been doing this shit since highschool |
Don’t give a fuck about my bitch’s feelings |
So fuck a nigga with an attitude |
Shooting as you turn on my streets, you smell that killa-kush, yeah |
Everytime that nigga come around, I smell pussy |
I’m heavyweight, you’re a feather |
I just might go Federer |
Designer-gear from head to toe with clear rocks in my pistol |
Bitch |
I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind |
nothing but money on my line |
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time |
According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time |
Now young nigga doin' gang signs |
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs |
According to this, bitch it’s my time |
It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time |
Come through my hood and everybody |
I’m just relaxing at the spot getting rid of these peeps |
Polosweater, polo |
Got a bad bitch flew in from Portland |
She at the peak by wearing nothing |
5 pounds left in, I’m coming |
Crazy shit I used to fuck a cousin |
Well uhh, that’s a a whole other subject |
Ghetto bitch was too loud in public |
Long hair, fat ass, no manners |
Bitch head was so good |
That I stayed down in her throat like throat cancer |
Texted my plug one time, two days later flipped the whole city |
Ran through the city of Memphis |
Drug traffic, your bitch with me |
Young nigga hit a hundred thousands in all twenties in the attic, nigga |
Pounds allowed in the mansion, nigga |
Pounds already in the cabin, nigga |
I got your bitch on my dick and I got money on my mind |
nothing but money on my line |
Got 30 on my watch still keep up with the time |
According to the streets, it’s my motherfucking time |
Now young nigga doin' gang signs |
When I look in the mirror, all I see is dollar signs |
According to this, bitch it’s my time |
It’s my time, yeah, it’s my time |