| I use to try to get her to come over, she would never come for me
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| Now all she wanna do, is come over and cum for me
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| Even willing to risk her freedom, make a run for me
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| Always trying to lay up under me, and get some from me
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| Look I ain’t with that shit, I’m on my grind
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| Pay for this and pay for that, that’s what stay on my mind
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| I ain’t never had shit, I was poor like y’all
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| I slept outside, I ain’t get to sleep on the floor like y’all
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| (I use to have nothing), now I’m on tour like y’all
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| Shout out to the angels in heaven, trying to soar like y’all
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| Vienna sausages, that use to be like everyday
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| Just champagne and Hawaiian ribeye, so much better today
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| Ball forever, they trying to take my forever away
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| Leaving court, the prosecutor be like it’s better to stay
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| Shit, why the fuck you think my money long fo' then
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| I’ll buy the not guilty I’ll write a check, let me see yo' pen
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| Money, hoes, cars, clothes
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| What I went through to get here, only God knows
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| I’m on my grind, you know I
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| Gotta get that paper, no lie
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| Wasn’t over night, I had to start slow
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| Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro
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| It’s my time, and you know I
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| Gotta get that paper, no lie
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| Say, I been up a whole 72
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| Getting money, is what I will never forget to do
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| I got goddaughters for sale, go 'head and get you two
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| 600 a onion, all the smokers gon' be next to you
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| Meanwhile, I’m up in Clover with that bag on me
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| I punk two hundred sixty thou', that’s all I had on me
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| Look I’m just being honest, I’m not trying to brag on me
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| And I can’t fuck with skinny jeans, I like to sag homie
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| Only tight shit I wanna see, on a sexy bitch
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| She might get a crib, with one percent of what God blessed me with
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| Y’all like to call it tips, I call it housing
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| Woulda been at the W, but we in Hershey clowning
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| Her bra and panties, on the ceiling fan spinning
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| I don’t get naked, I’m pants socks and shoes when I’m up in it
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| I got thirty condoms on me, I won’t need no Penicillin
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| That way, she can’t even baby mama me out of millions
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| Money, hoes, cars, clothes
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| What I went through to get here, only God knows
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| I’m on my grind, you know I
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| Gotta get that paper, no lie
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| Wasn’t over night, I had to start slow
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| Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro
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| It’s my time, and you know I
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| Gotta get that paper, no lie
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| You know I, gotta get that money no lie
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| And you know I, be in the foreign every time it go by
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| No lie, I got my ones and I’m about to go live
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| No lie, I’m taking all these bitches with me tonight
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| Money, hoes, cars, clothes
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| What I went through to get here, only God knows
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| I’m on my grind, you know I
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| Gotta get that paper, no lie
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| Wasn’t over night, I had to start slow
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| Now I got me some foreign’s in the garage bro
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| It’s my time, and you know I
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| Gotta get that paper, no lie |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Time, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Legendary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп