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we got time - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
(banddupp stop playing)
(uh, hey banddupp)
(uh, they know what i’m on)
(uh, they know how i’m coming)
(uh uh, uh on the men)
(uh, uh)
(on the men)

[chorus]
we got time, sitting on houses all day lil’ n*gga
he used to be her old n*gga i know all her drops 100% (banddupp stop playing)
she show out when we f*cking 100%
lil’ cuz on go he be working his switch
i’m jamming right now off a rp ten
i’m toting a [?] this standard twenty not ten
i ain’t gon’ lie hate the sh*t out your standards
he can’t stack him no money i don’t understand him
we gon’ keep on chasing him ’til we see him not standing
give a f*ck i’ll hit you while you’re with your family
they ducking and running they’re trying to get the f*ck
you lie on your p*ssy b*tch you know we ain’t f*ck
think i f*cked her too good got her feelings involved
she was eating my d*ck i missed two jail calls
n*gga you always angry you need to go slide
b*tch tell me what it is i ain’t f*cking with no suprises
she ain’t tryna f*ck ’cause i f*cked on her cousin that surprised me
get something to eat with my b*tch 55 minute drive
hey bro where you at? we need you to drive
f*ck how long it take this a full*time job
her head with kirking i might send some roses to her job
why the f*ck would i see you? you got robbed and i ain’t get robbed
[verse]
uh, i don’t trust her might gotta pluck her this b*tch talk too much
you better not trust no b*tch that as soon as you see her that b*tch let you f*ck
you gotta watch them n*ggas that’s loud that want everybody to hear what they’re talking about
this b*tch move stupid as sh*t, just f*cked up my l!ck
400 i ain’t talking ’bout [?]
she wearing that gucci i’m loving her scent
i’m walking in gucci with my f&n
i was just in the club with that g27
when you bagging a n*gga always have a back*up plan
b*tch this a drac’ it’ll wipe out a crowd
my young n*gga got busy i ain’t gon’ lie i was proud
i ain’t f*ck on your b*tch no more she too loud
i slapped my gun cross your face b*tch you talking too foul!
my g30 gon’ roll, i know that for sure
he capping he really a b*tch i’m for sure
suge a b*tch out her life i just bought her dior
last night that i had i made it roll on the move
we like u*hauls, we helping you move
her n*gga miserable breaking her phone
it’s two in the morning i’m tossing and turning
get busy out this car, catch one and we burned it

[chorus]
we got time, sitting on houses all day lil’ n*gga
he used to be her old n*gga i know all her drops 100%
she show out when we f*cking 100%
lil’ cuz on go he be working his switch
i’m jamming right now off a rp ten
i’m toting a [?] this standard twenty not ten
i ain’t gon’ lie hate the sh*t out your standards
he can’t stack him no money i don’t understand him
we gon’ keep on chasing him ’til we see him not standing
give a f*ck i’ll hit you while you’re with your family
they ducking and running they’re trying to get the f*ck
you lie on your p*ssy b*tch you know we ain’t f*ck
think i f*cked her too good got her feelings involved
she was eating my d*ck i missed two jail calls
n*gga you always angry you need to go slide
b*tch tell me what it is i ain’t f*cking with no suprises
she ain’t tryna f*ck ’cause i f*cked on her cousin that surprised me
get something to eat with my b*tch 55 minute drive
hey bro where you at? we need you to drive
f*ck how long it take this a full*time job (on the men)
her head with kirking i might send some roses to her job
why the f*ck would i see you? you got robbed and i ain’t get robbed (your sweet ass)

- semi homie lyrics

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