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nyora spouse - prime time (black god version) lyrics

[intro: nyora spouse & xxxtentacion]
um, uh, n+ggas be out here, ya see?
let’s see, uh
50, yea, 60, yea, 70, 80 (fatality)
90, um, 100, (fatality) 100 f+ckin’ racks n+gga, 100
you already know what time it is?
n+gga, it’s f+ckin’ “prime time”
nyora spouse, nyora spouse, nyora spouse
young black, black god ([?])
you are now listening to your girl’s favorite producer, lowkey damian (damian, damian, damian)
(yuh)

[verse: nyora spouse]
who ever said that i never flex? (ah)
who ever said that i love my ex? (ah)
who ever said fps not next? (ah)
n+ggas telling lies, (ah) never making no sense (ah, ah)
you gettin’ paid in pennies, you only eat at wendy’s
you hate a man you еnvy, (mm) but you can never at me (ah)
shoot at thе target i bet i won’t miss (pow, pow)
they thought i forgot they all made a diss
and i ain’t listen, i know it’s not sh+t
i’m still doin’ big sh+t and i’m only just a kid (what? kid? what?)
but i don’t even care, (yeah yeah yeah) everywhere i go they stare (yeah yeah yeah)
’cause i’m hotter then a flare (yeah yeah yeah)
feelin’ like a f+ckin’ bear
i kick my shoes, off, (off) kick, back (dude)
unzip, the sack (mhm), and flip, that (mhm)
get, some dabs (mm), and (mm) hit that (mm)
throw, (mm) some jabs, (mm) who want that (mm)
n+ggas want action but slept on this beat (okay, lil’ b+tch)
shorty real advanced, rockin’ gold t++th (you do)
money that come in h+lla plenty
pull up with the squad, three cars deep
miss me with the bullsh+t, i don’t got the time (skrrt)
put in so much work, man, i’m on the f+ckin’ grind
got b+tches on my d+ck, (yeah) tryna spend a little time (okay)
i don’t even care, (mhm) if you leave, i’ll be fine (alright)
ay, spouse, spouse, spouse (spouse)
don’t make me bring it to your house (house)
already know what i’m about
find me [?] off in the south
i got a b+tch out in miami
i think her name is tammy
she nerve as h+ll, [?]
she said i need a grammy
i told her, (finish him) “thanks, you, i need that”
now hit the store, (b+tch) i need racks (dumb b+tch)
you got ten, (dumb b+tch) you come back (dumb hoe)
boy, i’m a spaz (dumb sl+t) in gold bling (dumb thot)
[outro: nyora spouse & xxxtentacion]
nyora spouse, nyora spouse, nyora spouse
cha+ching (fatality)
nyora spouse, nyora spouse, nyora spouse, nyora spouse

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