paroles de chanson TIME’S UP (INTERLUDE) - Kassidy Miles

I'ma do what I gotta do to win
Even if it means burning skin
Backtracking on burning bridges
Friendly friends in my face fiending
When it comes down to it, I'm the one feeding 'em
Everybody has a right to say
But that right goes away just once you're paid
Running mouth ho's on the innanet
Running laps, ain't make enough on the first check
Small tag and no racks, can't back that
Big tag and small bag, yeah, I bagged that
Ain't get enough satisfaction
Bought three more just after that
It's a bad habit
When you got enough money you can grab shit just like rabbits
But all jokes aside
15% on the ride
Time's up, yeah, you're out of luck
You can sit your career in my big ass truck
Big butt, real bucks
Milwaukee Bucks in the 'rena backing it up
My bad, let me slow it down for the gworls in the back
I do what I do and it's nothing new
Everybody saying I changed but I just grew up into something new
Been pretty, still handsome
Yeah, it's all the same
When you can bag a bitch and her nigga, 'til then, ho don't ever come speak my way

(When you can bag a bitch-bag-bag-bag a bitch)
(When you can bag a bitch and her nigga, 'til then, ho don't ever come speak my way)