paroles de chanson TIME (feat. Baby Fifty) - Wolf

Ain't a regular nigga, you diss, you get killed
Names wolf, nice to meet ya, I'm geeking for thrills
Always outside, need a coat, I'm sick from the chills
If it's shit ima flush it, I'm nasty forreal
I'm a Spartan, 300, it's war, Wolff chill
His gang said it's beef, time to start up the grill
I'm bouta hurt feelings but fuck how you feel
I'm too heartless, hoes broken, I'm mean, but fuck should I heal?
They thought I was done coming for them? I'm not
I called Mike, said get ready we bouta spend blocks
Before we all ride, seat belts on, and doors locked
Damn, these niggas be thinking they hot
You in a mansion nigga, but you trapping a lot?
Ion think that your mothers would like muddy socks
Used to pick roses to marry these hoes
Now I got a ring around the Glock
Free Melly, I'm missing your songs ALOT
I want drake to drop, ion think I'm prepared
I'm a certified lover, and Shooter
It's clear taking off on the beat Been a migo for years
My amigos want pesos, what I earn I share
How you a boss but your work is not there?
Say you got dis new flo but progressing no where boy ima king
Bitch and your life's been just spared
Nuff of that, holla back, cheat codes, double tap
Wait fuck
I did that already, I'm sorry, I'm messy
Going 8 miles Nigga, I'm wealthy, I'm ready
I sat down then ate up your mommas spaghetti
I threw that shit up, called is saucy confetti
I feel all alone in my life, mind collecting.
Bullshit is approach, fuck niggas detecting, but hoes I'm deflecting

Ahh, these hoes I'm deflecting
When I'm over told a bitch get naked
When around a niggas shawty kept shaking
Chop his hand off, whole arm making
Thought we was cool, a young nigga had bacon
Wait till I catch him, his bitch ass faking
Can't smoke good weed, mans had laced it
Everything less, dawg nun ever basic
Meet you whether and I ain't tryna race you
Wanna meet your hoes friend in the basement
Threw my clothes on her floor not a hanger
Hit the whole clip I wasn't even aiming
Hit the whole clip I wasn't even aiming
Ahh, these hoes I'm deflecting
When I'm over told a bitch get naked
When around a niggas shawty kept shaking
Chop his hand off, whole arm making
Thought we was cool, a young nigga had bacon
Wait till I catch him, his bitch ass faking
Can't smoke good weed, mans had laced it
Everything less, dawg nun ever basic