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• Artiste: Young Thug
• Titre: Bout (Damn) Time
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We came a long way and that's why I say 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 Rap pack count, I gotta see these fucks Mommy wassup? No gives, I got kilos She a cook up a [?] 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 [Hook] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 2] 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 BeBe I'm like feed me, feed me, feed me I don't wanna eat ye [Hook] 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 [Outro] 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, ay