Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bout Damn Time , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Thug-A-Nomics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |