Times Up Lyrics by Lloyd Banks

Times Up Lyrics

    now im done off the liqua and back grabbin a striiper
    strappin to stay out that black bag with a zipper. u slackin
    so ima blast past even quicker without radio air play
    or adds on a sticka. nigga im
    blowin brocoli in a tahoe the kid with moe punches
    than rocky in a pile up.im cockier tomorrow.popu wit a bottle. haters wanna pop me with
    a hollow nigga you cant stop if my moto i will
    not be gettin followed i roll with an anterouge
    and follow you and put hoes in your aunts garage
    niggas wanna stomp they hoes cuz they feonce
    chose my next victem is beyonce knowls my whole
    neck and arm stay froze im beyond they shows
    thirty thousand we on 8 roads.when we leave from back stage kids be on they clothes it seems she gotta little
    on the all grey 'bos and what i gotta jet for? i should start up a bizness cause i get rid of more birds than a pet store


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