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 Right now we got some new music only here on golf radio! 
(God I love this sample) 
We're going to dance 
And exercise 
And have some fun. 
I ain't got time for these niggas 
Better throw a watch at the boy 
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar 
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? 
Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches 
Better throw a clock at these hoes 
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose 
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? 
Boy, I ain't got time. 
Boy, I need a kleenex 
How I got this far? boy, I can't believe it 
That I got this car, so I take the scenic 
Passenger a white boy, look like river phoenix 
First, happy birthday! 
You bitch-ass nigga, yup, I'm thirsty 
Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me 
I ain't fuck with your bitch-ass in the first place. 
I ain't got time for these niggas 
Better throw a watch at the boy 
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar 
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? 
Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches 
Better throw a clock at these hoes 
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose 
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker? 
Boy, I ain't got time. 
Nat turner would be so proud of me 
'cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me 
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me 
And if I ask them, they would bow at me 
But you're a house nigga, so you don't know 
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose 
And my big dick and my short hair 
'cause you already know how slow my shit grow. 
(Hey) 
Tick, tock 
Tick, tock (uh) 
Tick, tock 
Tick, tock (yeah) 
Tick, tock 
Tick, tock (ayo) 
Tick, tock 
Tick, tock. 
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill 
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil' (hey) 
Next line will have 'em like 'whoa' 
I've been kissing white boys since 2004 
One me, two feet, three m's 
Four, five, six years ago sucked 
Seven figure conversations with converse finalized 
'cause vans fucked up 
I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments 
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada 
You ain't important 
I'ma keep sporting 
All smiles over here 
Shout out to the garden 
(Tick-tock) 
(And that's a fact boy!) 
And I just handle all my business like a chessboard 
(Tick tock, tick, tock) 
And at them golf boys? that's my motherfucking set, boy 
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda 
Walk weird 'cause my pockets look like thick yoda 
With a skywalker, riding 'round solar 
Anakin skin sprite, and my tint cola 
Getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders 
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster 
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster 
And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher 
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of 
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa 
What's that thick odor? 
Young millie t 
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me 
(I ain't got time!) 
Better talk shit 
'cause I'm either in my cons or my golf shit 
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down 
I'm lil boosie, lil boosie, way I wipe down 
(Boy, I ain't got time!) yeah, right now 
'cause niggas dying every day and I ain't light brown 
And i-d ain't wanna give a nigga no post 
So I went and did a 12-page spread in vogue 
(Nigga I ain't got time!) 
Listen, man, I'm that boy 
All you little niggas clones 
Boy I fill that void 
You better kill that noise 
Turn around and remap route 
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth 
Tick, tock 
Bitch 
Tick, tock 
Tick, tock 
Cause I ain't got ti- 
Sugar 
Oh! 
You're so sweet 
Fuck? 
They should call you sugar 
'cause you're so s- 
Hello? 
 
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