Correction Paroles Time I’m On (Remix) par Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Three, man
(Dubba-AA flexin')
AI
(Louie Bandz made another one)
I ain't never did that, nah
Why you acting like?that??Nah
I do this?sh*t 'cause sh*t, I just be?in my own world
(This is the sound)

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other n***as cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', n***as dyin', we gotta show them
These b*t*h a** n***as done stole him, and we don't even know them
Okay, relax
I just sipped the codeine, but the Perc', I took a half
I'm leaning, she might drive the Rolls Royce truck so I don't crash
I told the b*t*h I'm Never Broke Again 'cause I do math
All my cars, they brand new, still got the paper tags
Little bit of money, we gon' get 'em gone
My b*t*h say I'm trippin' fell in love with the styrofoam
I'm drinking codeine out the bottle while I'm smokin' strong
That boy play with the gang, we send him off just like a drone

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other n***as cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', n***as dyin', we gotta show them
These b*t*h a** n***as done stole him, and we don't even know them
I ain't sit around, motherf**k what they make, I done went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young n***as go rampage
This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold, I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shyne made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherf**k if it's flashy
I come straight up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still f**k with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as f**k, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

(This is the sound)

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