Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout Damn Time, artist - Young Thug. Album song Thug-A-Nomics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.01.2016
Record label: Tan
Song language: English
Bout Damn Time |
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time |
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time |
'Bout damn time, I swear to God |
God damn time, ayy |
I done ran that money up, 'bout time |
I used to stack a five, now I’m stacking dimes |
I don’t care if none of y’all ain’t my kind |
Your watch cost 5000, you wasted your time |
And I’m finished, why you still at the line? |
If you ain’t Damu nigga, you must be blind |
And I ain’t turning down, turn down for what? |
I’ma turn up every time, every time |
Every time, every time |
I cop a ten thousand pimp belt |
I told the bitch she gotta suck and fuck |
Ooh, in front and back and make her double nut |
Wrapped up in towel, got out my cat plug |
I swear to God she wetter than a tub |
I supply real niggas and they show me love |
I fuck three, four hoes every time I’m in club |
Crack pack count, I gotta see these fucks |
Mommy wassup? |
No gives, I got kilos |
She’ll cook up a four |
I wanna be that nigga, my Denali truck stand tall |
I can’t even see these niggas |
If I wanted to I still couldn’t see these niggas |
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time |
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time |
'Bout damn time, I swear to God |
God damn time, ayy |
I came from the bottom, 'bout time, yeah |
I know these niggas want fuck with me, 'bout time |
I’m a footballer bitch, for a long time |
Came from smoke in the cup, quite a long time, yeah |
These bitches know I wanna fuck 'em all |
Young Money shit |
These bitches know they come round me with no drawers |
('Cause what?) I’m on that horny shit |
This that horny shit, I don’t care, I got horns bitch |
A capella now, I’ma beat your fucking clique |
I might mail this shit, I won’t never tell no bitch |
All my bitches thin and brown, this that pretzel shit |
Miss Chelle, Miss Chelle |
She got bumps and rumps all over BB |
I buy her CC, then I turn that shit to BB |
I’m like feed me, feed me, feed me |
I don’t wanna eat ye |
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time |
'Bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time, 'bout time |
'Bout damn time, I swear to God |
God damn time, ayy |
It’s 'bout time bitch |
He ain’t have nothing to say nigga |
Ain’t going back, nigga |
I drank pints a day, bitch |
Loaded, ayy |