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ill leet – no time lyrics

[intro: ill leet]
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ridin’ through the city with my homie
with my boy atm tomi
ill leet, ah
let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s go

[chorus: ill leet]
n-ggas online with the shade
real talk, i don’t got time for the hate
all these muhf-ckas tryna ride on the wave
all about the bucs, b-tch i’m from the bay, ayy
man these ho’s be lying to ya face
why the f-ck they always tryna find what to say?
why the f-ck they always tryna slide witcha pay?
anyways, i ain’t got time left to waste

[verse 1: ill leet]
yeah, i ain’t got time now (time now?)
need the money and i need it right now (right now)
tell me why these n-ggas wanna fight now (huh?)
f-ck around and knock a n-gga lights out, yea (bow, bow)
i remember i was down bad (d-mn)
all i could afford was a dime bag (d-mn)
they all had more than what i had (yea)
now i don’t gotta check the price tag, ayy (h-ll nah)
i just took a lil sparkle (ooh)
got a n-gga rollin’ like a marble (glee)
i remember when we had to carpool (yea)
now a n-gga sittin’ on a parcel (sittin’ on a parcel)
packin’ fire in the -rs-nal (graow)
what do you expect? i’m a marshall (woop)
sp-ceship coupe, i’ma martian (woop)
gone off the remy like i’m martin
man a n-gga too wavy dawg
you would think a n-gga in the navy, dawg
why these n-ggas always tryna play me, dawg?
don’t care what you say, just pay me, dawg
i just want the millions, dawg
tired of living like a civilian, dawg
man you f-ckin’ with a real one, dawg
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the reptilians, dawg
i was chose as a baby
n-gga, i’m just playin’ what they gave me
i’ma play them how they played me
ain’t n0body come and try to save me
except mama, cause she raised me
always gonna be her lil baby
that’s why i’ma give her a mercedes
put a couple mill in her savings

[verse 2: atm tomi]
no time, ’cause the rollie don’t tick
two watches on, but no time for a b-tch
i was down bad, n-gga i ain’t have sh-t
ran up a bag, now they all my d-ck
i heard, that hoe wanna dance with the devil
so let me go lace up my sneakers
i almost forgot she ain’t rap
’cause a n-gga in tune with all of her features
b-tch i blow loud like some muhf-ckin’ speakers
making all the rules like a muhf-ckin’ teacher
these n-ggas is fishies, and i am the fisherman
reeling them in, then i turn to dinner man
d-mn, n-ggas is ho’s, juwanna man
fry me a n-gga and give him a summer tan
counting my blessings ’cause nothing’s forever man
tri-color choker, kinda looking like tucan sam
b-tch i go hard like sum muhf-ckin’ concrete
i get in her buns like sum muhf-ckin’ lunch meat
six years old, all i wanted was some two-threes
now i got four, five b-tches wanna suck me
jiggin’ on the moon, so n-ggas can’t touch me
n-ggas more krab than krusty
tryna steal sauce, you’d think they was plankton
bullet in the spot that you use when you thinking
both eyes open when a young n-gga blankin’
red rum thinkin’, pat-ron drinkin’
tryna sank a n-gga like a muhf-ckin’ anchor
line his -ss up, we ain’t talking bout tapers
back in high school, kept my eyes on my paper
now my late work looking like blue faces
no days off, too much money to be making
got no time to be wasting, ayy!

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