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1900 astro – our time lyrics

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[chorus: lil keed]
yeah, our time
best believe we puttin’ it on, n+gga, our time
we ain’t goin’ for nothin’, they can all die
yeah, put extension on it, we in wide bodies
i’m in h+town like i’m harden
and they was never ’round when i was starvin’
stuffin’ bands in some jeans, this sh+t costin’
all these hoes, my phone, it just ringin’ like a office
you dig?

[verse 1: 1900 astro]
you dig?
in my back pocket a sig
bring them racks out, it’s lit
jump in the h+llcat with the kid
yeah, slide on ’em
pull up to the hood and paid my ties on
you said you would but you ain’t ride on ’em
jump on a jet and i take flight on ’em
you dig? it’s our time
’bout to get high as h+ll, pull like twenty+five lines
twenty+five cars, that mean atm twenty+five times
hit the studio, i ain’t write down none of these rhymes
i put this sh+t on, i did it alone
none of these n+ggas ain’t catchin’ n0body, they shoot in the air, man, these n+ggas some jones
how did you pop it with hundreds of bands and didn’t get a pie from none of them loans?
how did you pop it with hundreds of fans? i’m doin’ my show and they singin’ my songs
[chorus: lil keed]
yeah, our time
best believe we puttin’ it on, n+gga, our time
we ain’t goin’ for nothin’, they can all die
yeah, put extension on it, we in wide bodies
i’m in h+town like i’m harden
and they was never ’round when i was starvin’
stuffin’ bands in some jeans, this sh+t costin’
all these hoes, my phone, it just ringin’ like a office

[verse 2: 1900 astro]
yeah, yeah, like a office
don’t play, no one stay with me, you’ll get put inside a coffin
it’s hard stayin’ down waitin’ on my turn but i ain’t tossin’
spent twenty+thousand on my t++th, that’s what you call flossin’
and i’m so bossy
yeah, chain swingin’, i been gang bangin’
two many vibes on my lines, i think my phone ringin’
i just left out the trap, now i’m at neimans in the back
came home from la with a pack
out the window screamin’ out slatt
paid my brother bond and now he comin’ home
after i went to my first woop knew i was bomin’ home
n0body helped me with these racks, i did it all alone
if i don’t make it in this rap go back to juggin’ phones
put a ‘rarri up on old nat
i’m pourin’ fours, don’t need no hoes to pull up, i don’t even chance it
i got four tracks right now, i’m thinkin’ ’bout expandin’
can’t believe i’m livin’ my dream, i’m ’bout to grab a mansion
[chorus: lil keed]
yeah, our time
best believe we puttin’ it on, n+gga, our time
we ain’t goin’ for nothin’, they can all die
yeah, put extension on it, we in wide bodies
i’m in h+town like i’m harden
and they was never ’round when i was starvin’
stuffin’ bands in some jeans, this sh+t costin’
all these hoes, my phone, it just ringin’ like a office
you dig?



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