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Time Bomb
That's how I'm feeling
I'm at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy?
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store
Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all
What I'm bouta get into I'll never know
So many plans, so many plants, I got several
A-Town, got cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I'm about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, get ready to have your plans cancelled
Are you rolling with me? It's so dangerous in this city. Your mom wouldn't like me, your papa or your uncle either
Each his nieces dime pieces
I'm such a wascally wabbit
Have been treated for diseases
It's not my bad that I have it, no!
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Ooooohhh
I can't bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I'll light this muthafuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
Ooooohhh
I can't bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I'll light this muthafuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
Boogie-woogie
Fully buzzed up up in my hoodie
I stay getting pussy
Chocolate and vanilla pudding
I'm young Doogie Howser
Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
I'm getting stupid, can't possibly be better looking
Oooooh baby
What you do to me must be some good Voodoo baby
When solo ooh you look just like a photo baby
I can't say no, it's a problems, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby
A-Town, got cash, ate well, all of that
Feeling good, already knew it, I'm about to get into it
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, get ready to get your plans cancelled
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