Testo Time Bomb - Prof
Testo della canzone Time Bomb (Prof), tratta dall'album Pookie Baby
Ask how I'm feelin'
I'm at the top of my game, you know what the deal is (yah!)
Somebody order up me some more fuckin' mirrors (okay!)
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fuckin' easy? (Okay!)
Yeah
Feelin' good, feelin' good at the liquor store (okay!)
Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take 'em home (alright!)
What I'm bouta get into I'll never know
So many plans, so many plans, I got several
ATM, (check) got the cash, (check) ate well, (check) all of that (check)
Feelin' good, (check) already knew it, (check) I'm about (check) to get into it (check)
Bad, bad boy, bad, bad boy, um, are you mad, mad boy?
Bad, bad young man though, (what?) Get ready to have your plans cancelled
Are you rollin' 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!
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time
What the fuck?
Ooh
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 motherfuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
Ooh
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 motherfuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
Boogie-woogie
Fully buzzed up, up in my hoodie
I stay gettin' pussy
Chocolate and vanilla pudding
I'm young Doogie Howser
Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
I'm gettin' stupid, can't possibly be better lookin'
Ooh, baby
What you do to me must be some good Voodoo, baby
When solo boo, you look just like a photo, baby
I can't say no, it's a problem, this is fatal, baby
'Cause you a time bomb, baby
ATM, (check) got the cash, (check) ate well, (check) all of that (check)
Feelin' good, (check) already knew it, (check) I'm about (check) to get into it (check)
Bad, bad boy, bad, bad boy, um, are you mad, mad boy?
Bad, bad young man though, get ready to have your plans cancelled
Ask how I'm feelin'
I'm at the top of my game, you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fuckin' mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fuckin' easy?
Yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time
What the fuck?
Ooh
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 motherfuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
Ooh
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 motherfuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'
Are we?
Bouncin', bouncin', uh
Are we?
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'
Are we?
Bouncin'
What the fuck is this? Man, my phone's on
(From all around the globe)
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Writer(s): Jacob Anderson, Jordan Beyer
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