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jamesy! – time (remix) lyrics

[intro]
ayyyo! it’s your boy “big o+eey”, and i’m still about the f+ckin’ vibes, this the remix! featuring ricky and kelly, say, what time is it n+ggas?

[chorus: jamesy!]
it’s time to f+ck your b+tch, n+gga
she want a rich n+gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b+tch ass rockin’ fitch, n+gga
you’re such a snitch, n+gga
no need to switch up, n+gga
your b+tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
[verse 1: jamesy!]
said i’m only just a jit, but i’m steady f+ckin’ b+tches
i’mma shoot your sh+t, ’cause i do not f+ck with snitches
they hate to see me winnin’ ’cause i’m counting up my riches
and these b+tches stay mad, ’cause they still doing the dishes
i’mma walk around these bands like i’m in cancun
all you hear is f+ckin’ shots, like you’re in a platoon
make a n+gga pray to god, that it ain’t his time soon
knock another n+gga off, all he see is maroon

[chorus: jamesy!]
it’s time to f+ck your b+tch, n+gga
she want a rich n+gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b+tch ass rockin’ fitch, n+gga
you’re such a snitch, n+gga
no need to switch up, n+gga
your b+tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
[verse 2: chilloutricky]
i’mma f+ck your b+tch
she suckin’ on my d+ck
your broski is a snitch, so i left him in a ditch
you’ll never catch me lackin’, my dawg is always packin’
i’m f+ckin’ on your b+tch since you wanna know what’s crackin’
i smacked your homie up, since he wanna act green
that b+tch’s p+ssy bald, so i call her mrs. clean
i got a couple racks, said i hid them in my jeans
and this verse is wrapped up, so it’s time to pop a bean (baked)

[verse 3: lil bellsie & jamesy!]
where the hoes at? (huh?)
f+ckin’ with ’em is my plan
i do not f+ck with b+tches, ’cause these b+tches simply stans
i really got a p+ssy but i’m feeling like a man
and your yesman is a p+ssy, ’cause he saw me and he ran
me and washepane with your b+tch out in j+pan (凄い)
and you think this sh+t’s a bop, well we only just began
i heard your homie talkin’ prolly ’cause he’s just a fan (ha, ha)
put that f+cker in the back of my chevrolet sedan
in the back of my sedan, n+gga saw me then he ran
i’mma k!ll all of these n+ggas, no emotion, deadpan
i might jump one of your mans, 223’s make ’em dance
i put ice up on her hands, caught her f+ckin’ on my mans
[chorus: jamesy!]
it’s time to f+ck your b+tch, n+gga
she want a rich n+gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b+tch ass rockin’ fitch, n+gga
you’re such a snitch, n+gga
no need to switch up, n+gga
your b+tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
it’s time to f+ck your b+tch, n+gga
she want a rich n+gga
i’m rockin’ gucci and your b+tch ass rockin’ fitch, n+gga
you’re such a snitch, n+gga
no need to switch up, n+gga
your b+tch she wilin’ ’cause she stole like almost seven figures
it’s time to f+ck your+

[verse 4: jamesy!]
f+ckin’ on your b+tch in my louie flip+flops
she’s playin’ with my d+ck, in a brand new v+top
call these n+ggas mick, ’cause they running to the opps
washepane gang simply f+ckin’ on your thot

[spoken word: jamesy!]
do not be alarmed. this was just for fun
we’ve never k!lled anybody, and we’ve never had s+x, we’re virgins
oh, also we’ve, uhh, never done drugs, so yeah
and… that’s it. ha ha

- jamesy lyrics

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