times - malz monday lyrics
hop on the track and i do what i want with it
i heard your sh*t i ain’t bumping it
i just been hustling, flip it and double it
you had a bag but you fumbled it
there they go flapping they tounge again
mad at me, i got ’em sick they can’t stomach it
i came out of ossining, i got it popping; they f*ck with me in different continents
who do you know * cold as me
i just be low, smoke my weed
count up my green, so fresh so clean
it’s a m to the motherf*cking a*l*z (ugh)
these n*ggas ain’t built like me (ugh)
gotta put ’em on chill i see (ugh)
gotta let my spirit free
i’m a d*e*m*i*g*o*d
i gotta get it in motion
i’m showing devotion ‘cuz i need a crib by the ocean
these people don’t live how they posting
thеy life is a lie and i know it, my eyеs have been open
i do not worship no glitter and gold
i gotta vibe with the soul (with the soul)
i rather be in a lane of my ownn they really be lame and i know
don’t hate the player, don’t hate the game
don’t hate at all, that ain’t the way
i tell a b*tch get the f*ck out my face
your welcome has been overstayed
i’m feeling anxious but i gotta show patience
positive my affirmations
keeping it sacred in this matrix
i been aligned with my synchronizations
how many times i gotta tell you (ugh)
how many times i gotta say it (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times do i gotta do it (ugh)
how many times do i gotta prove it (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times do i gotta show you
how many times i was riding for you
how many times did you tell me thank you
so many times you been so ungrateful
why they always looking for an angle
never keep it straight, why it’s always tangled
ain’t no stranger when it come to danger
i ain’t worried ’bout it b*tch, you know i’m sanctioned (okay)
thought i done told you this before, baby i’m way too cold
i done got tired of chasing these hoes, n*gga that sh*t get old
i don’t care what you do with her bro, that ain’t my b*tch no more
put the tint on the whip, i don’t ride fish bowl
baby i gotta get low (i gotta get low)
staying away from the fake and the fraudulent
give me your word, better honor it
if it ain’t about money then why is you calling me
c43 i just ordered it
f*ck a lil’ bit i need all of it, problems i’m solving it
hang that sh*t up like an ornament
you gon’ need an army and maybe the parliament
i’m not the one to be starting with
give it and go, pick it and roll
taking this sh*t to the hole
we used to trap by the store, quarter, half and them o’s
man the hustle is all that i know (ugh)
give it and go, pick it and roll
taking this sh*t to the hole
we used to trap by the store, quarter, half and them o’s
man the hustle is all that i know
how many times i gotta tell you (ugh)
how many times i gotta say it (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times do i gotta do it (ugh)
how many times do i gotta prove it (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
how many times, how many times, how many times (ugh)
Random Song Lyrics :