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ixine - time limit lyrics

i ain’t stray away from the limelight
trying to spend my money, get my mind right
thick ass, thick thighs, i like
fat checks, fat wallets, i like
open your wallet b+tch, i just might bite
b+tch riding my d+ck like she riding a bike
we carry the money in duffels, not light
trying to forecast how many sales tonight

homie went in, the bill not light
bond money, we made that sh+t back in a night
all money, good money, f+ck what you type
your money, my money, f+ck what you like
their money, my money, that sh+t is right
dead money, live money, don’t got a type
money ain’t got a timе on it
getting richer, sh+t ain’t got a time limit

do a crimе, i’m on john lennon with it
five percent, with a demon in it
praying that i ain’t seen with it
chopper got a f+cking beam in it
glock got a flash, scenes with it
f+ck cows, but we still gone cheese in it
i am not what is presented
still gone require reasoning
b+tch said that she like the attire
heard that you dead, it came down the wire
she scratching his name in my tires
the b+tch ain’t been seen out for miles
heard you graduated, hold the applause
your b+tch still grip on my d+ck and my b+lls
all in her mouth like some motherf+cking halls
you dig through her phone while i’m tapping them calls
you lost, you lost
homie went in, the bill not light
bond money, we made that sh+t back in a night
all money, good money, f+ck what you type
your money, my money, f+ck what you like
their money, my money, that sh+t is right
dead money, live money, don’t got a type
money ain’t got a time on it
getting richer, sh+t ain’t got a time limit

- ixine lyrics

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