Testo Time - Dre Wave$ feat. Trapo
Testo della canzone Time (Dre Wave$ feat. Trapo), tratta dall'album Time
What you doing baby
I see you been gaining traction
Thinking bout all of the cash you been pursuing baby
How you feeling lady
Probably better on your fashion
Rolling up and you relaxing lady
I think you doing too much
I ain't been doing enough
I got my foot on they neck
No I'm not pulling it up
Think I'm bout to
Capture something I always wanted to find
And the madness in my life is by design
Yeah Aye
Money can't fix my problems and I know that
So why I'm chasing it
Cause I can't go back
To being broke
I'm painting pictures like lil Kodak
You see em though
Got some family locked in screaming free the folk
For real
The weed give me sticky fingers like I steal
Song got my palms itching trying to kill some
Step into the kitchen let em witness who the real one
Catch him with his chick all at the the crib
And let them feel something
Lets not get too drastic
Jurassic like a dinosaur
Bro sent me a package
I was stacking
Time to buy some more
Yeah
I'm from the faction getting it clapping when it's time for war
But my reaction been as static as a wire cord
You too fucked up
I'm too paranoid
Should you put them drugs up
Cause you starting to scare the boy
I always got love but
It's time that you share your story
Even if it was a scary story
Yeah
You wasting all my time
When you on my mind
On my
You wasting all my time
When you on my mind
On my
Wasting all my time
When you on my mind
On my
Wasting all my time
When you on my mind
My time my
My time my
Time
My time my
To be specific
Talking bout you rolling
Talking bout my interests
This aint for show b
No cadillac rimses
My four dour rented
Talk about my ego
My GI philly
Talking bout nat geo
Always sucking my dick
Always bringing me candy
She bringing me panties
Like she cant wear whatever
Im way too picky
Make her sign my kidney
For all them nights
I was drinking memories away no way
I can give you my bentley keys
I knew this bitch name lyric
She had a lil baby
He nappy headed
Child named bentley
When I do get mines
Imma show him the ropes
Nevermind my sickeness
My daddy nem
Was diabetic
Life aint so simple
What about these bitches
Where the acapello
They seem so iffy
Cant suck dick on the period iffy
You playing with me
That aint my nigga
My childhood homie
I had these friends but
They died next morning
More great stoagies
You wasting all my time
When you on my mind
On my
You wasting all my time
When you on my mind
On my
Wasting all my time
When you on my mind
On my
Wasting all my time
When you on my mind
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Writer(s): Davon Prather
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