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r3 da chilliman - time machine lyrics

[intro]
(ten11)
(can’t f+ck with baby e)

[verse 1]
i’m walkin’ with the gucci duffle, n+ggas act dracy
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout no muscle ’cause i’ll spray you
brodie crazy, sittin’ down in the pen’, still tryna score
sh+t a shame, this a five in my soda and i want more
block boy, i done ran up some millions in these jordans
hit gucci, blow thirty thousand dollars, i can afford it
i be splurgin’ this bag, you should see me when i’m in neiman’s
you know i crack stoves and sell ‘bows ’cause i’m a g+nius

[chorus]
i let her pour a five in my soda ’cause she ain’t did that before
i got my fire in my hip, in this b+tch and i’ll blow
i’m touchin’ chips, got bankrolls of robberies
check out my wrist, an iced out time machine
let her pour a five in my soda ’cause she ain’t did that before
i got my fire in my hip, in this b+tch and i’ll blow
i’m touchin’ chips, got bankrolls of robberies
check out my wrist, an iced out time machine
[verse 2]
i bring the diamonds to the room, they look like lightning
tris and a perc’ in my system, now i’m reclinin’
this a thousand dollar soda, that’s how i’m livin’
hop out and flip sh+t with the chop’ like a gymnast
she got ass and it can’t fit up in them jeans
i got masks and i got .40 with a beam
fifty thousand on me, ballin’ like a laker
she know threesie, he be ballin’, touchin’ paper

- r3 da chilliman lyrics

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