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mr. ge - no more time lyrics

[intro]
hit that… hit, hit, hit that… f-cker you better spit that
[verse 1]
rapper like me… i’m the most lethal and i’ll make yo -ss quit your sh-t
i ain’t tha d-ck so f-ckin’ sh-t so you better know it
i’m a crime itself… lyrical hate crime is the crime i’m guilty of
not giving a f-ck about f-ckers who just wanna f-ck with me
man… i’ll beat ya -ss down
you clown… you b-tch -ss better get ya -ss down
b-tches that wants to backstab me… i’ll backstab ’em
i’ll make ya go crazy with just a line
i’ll f-ck up f-ckers who tell me that dissing ain’t a good thing
ha… d-mn you honky -ss f-cks… i’ll put dead b-tches in trucks
drive them all into the ocean… it’s the loco loco motion
drive yo b-tch -ss to the f-ckin’ ground… i ain’t about devotion
[hook]
no more time to be f-cked with
no more time to fight whack f-ckers to their death
no more time to f-ck f-ckers up but make them overdose with meth
[verse 2]
got tha honkies down for their f-ckin’ with
man… you d-mn honky… ain’t you got b-lls to be the top dawg
i’m the mr, you got nothing on me man
i’ll kiss ya -ss goodbye and you’ll die and i’ll laugh til i cry
ha… dumb motherf-ckers
f-ck school… they don’t want me to have a good life
ohh… somebody p-ss me a lighter
no matter where you go, there you are
writin’ lines on paper… i can be your very own personal grim reaper
before you even have the right to challenge me
like the calm before the storm and it came without warning
between the honkyz in your squad, you couldn’t move a thing
maybe i should give some feeble d-ck a little slackin up
fools trippin drankin on some bull, fill up my cup
cause she left me all swoll in the b-lls
i’m never alone, glesga is my home
my dark art murders you in every frame
i’mma put ya f-ckin’ home in a flame
[hook]
no more time to be f-cked with
no more time to fight whack f-ckers to their death
no more time to f-ck f-ckers up but make them overdose with meth
[verse 3]
i don’t give sh-ts… hit f-ckers with a bat
no longer ceeingee so if you wanna f-ck with me then you won’t get anywhere man
i got ya back origan
sh-t ain’t that easy mate but i’ll keep ya safe from whack motherf-ckers
don’t worry… it’s the whack -sses that have to worry
be around ya block with an ak… got no gun license but i’ll steal one and shoot f-ckers… maybe just for fun
light it up, roll it up
weed no seeds, last year cannabis cup
paris, we go over the world
punk honkyz get gun-b-tt up and tied up
you can’t keep doin’ this bullsh-t forever
stand for something or fall for whatever
best believe when we squeeze, n-ggas chests gon bleed
he can’t stop, can he be clean? never
[hook]
no more time to be f-cked with
no more time to fight whack f-ckers to their death
no more time to f-ck f-ckers up but make them overdose with meth
[outro]
sh-t… you got nothing on me so no more time you got sh-t on me

- mr ge lyrics

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