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DJ K feat. Young Thug
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Bout Damn Time (feat. Young Thug)
We came a long way and that's why I say
Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time Bout damn time, I swear to God God damn time, ayy
(1) I done ran that money up, bout time I used to stack a five, now I'm stacking dimes I don't care if none of y'all ain't my kind Your watch cost 5000, you wasted your time And I'm finished, why you still at the line? If you ain't Damu nia, you must be blind And I ain't turning down, turn down for what? I'ma turn up every time, every time Every time, every time I cop a ten thousand pimp belt I told the bih she gotta sk and fk Ooh, in front and back and make her double nut Wrapped up in towel, got out my cat plug I swear to God she wetter than a tub I supply real nias and they show me love I fk three, four hoes every time I'm in club Rap pack, now I gotta see these fks Mommy wassup? No gives, I got kilos She a I wanna be that nia, my Denali truck stand tall I can't even see these nias If i wanted to I still couldn't see these nias
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I came from the bottom, bout time, yeah I know these nias want problems, bout time I'm a full baller bih, for a long time Came from smoke in the cup, quite a long time, yeah
(2) These bihes know I wanna fk em all Young Money st These bihes know they come round me with no drawers I'm on that horny st This that horny st, I don't care, I got horns bih A capella now, I'ma beat your fking clique I might mail this st, I won't never tell no bih All my bihes thin and brown, this that pretzel st Miss Chelle, Miss Chelle She got bumps and rumps all over B I buy her CC, then I turn that st to BeBe I'm like feed me, feed me, feed me I don't wanna eat ye
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() It's bout time bih He ain't have nothing to say nia Ain't going back, nia I drank pints a day, bih Loaded, ay
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