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ROSCOE DASH lyrics : "My Tyme"

Ft. Scotty ATL

I've got too much time on my hand

I spent every minute as high as I can
I get money, get money as fast as I can
I got every spot sold up from LA to Japan.

Twenty-three and I never end up moving a month
Unless it's a semester I can.. in a bundle
Who want rebel? More subtle

Y'all crumble, too flexible, y'all trouble!
Spanex, Man X, land the jet
Feels like Jerusalem, but god damn she wet

Keep my feet up now, who are planning to change
Everybody, anybody like genocide!
Any time, any place in the race of a?

Sing loud, shout, ^!$$%s are confused
And no Chris Cross pissed off, not even close
It's several on the radio, I play all this more

In mirror, sat back and observe
Now my vision is clearer
Your own team bring you down to zero

Like who turned you up?
You're still? turned out for what?
Hook:

And I'm still about my old %#@! (every day)
Your knew %#@! sound a lot like the old %#@! (straight out)
And them ^!$$%s about that don't know %#@! (don't know %#@!)

Just about .. and some more %#@! (some more %#@!)
And I'm like oh %#@!, my own %#@!, go way under your own %#@!
The DJ gonna play that, them other ^!$$%s don't know %#@!.

I'm back, (*##$, and I'm broken,
You get trapped down and it's all..
And you never, never, never ever do it like this!

? I'm a Cartier, running
Killing ^!$$%s, saw you where the bodies at, huh
Wayne are you on the chair right now in the middle

I'mma hit you like yeah, with the party, yeah! (Right!)
Grant them, chart them, but still? hoes
I don't show love, I'll be feeling hoes

Pull up in that old school, ^!$$% hear the?
How you girl lay down where the ceiling go.
Made you keep a problem? with my knee? oh

I'mma keep you real, so ?
Then I grind, I've been working like a slave
When I hear my lil brother pay her way through college.

I was in college?
And the microwave she got tired, ^!$$%, start to move a column
Soon at the game, I can hear the rap digging

Like.. young ^!$$%, I know I make her cry.
Had the ^!$$% by my own %#@!
I made? you, how you did it for a minute?

Killing your new %#@!, it's the type to get disgusted
You can hear, if you listen, I'm the ^!$$% in the city!
.. do your research, baby

You should know who you are, you should probably show your titty
They gonna be clever in hood, yeah lil ^!$$%? but you did it!
Hook: (x2)

And I'm still about my old %#@! (every day)
Your knew %#@! sound a lot like the old %#@! (straight out)
And them ^!$$%s about that don't know %#@! (don't know %#@!)

Just about .. and some more %#@! (some more %#@!)
And I'm like oh %#@!, my own %#@!, go way under your own %#@!
The DJ gonna play that, them other ^!$$%s don't know %#@!.

I'm back, (*##$, and I'm broken,
You get trapped down and it's all..
And you never, never, never ever do it like this!


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