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roscoe dash - my tyme lyrics

i’ve got too much time on my hand
i spent every minute as high as i can
i get money, get money as fast as i can
i got every spot sold up from la to j-pan.
twenty-three and i never end up moving a month
unless it’s a semester i can.. in a bundle
who want rebel? more subtle
y’all crumble, too flexible, y’all trouble!
spanex, man x, land the jet
feels like jerusalem, but god d-mn she wet
keep my feet up now, who are planning to change
everybody, anybody like genocide!
any time, any place in the race of a…
sing loud, shout, n-gg-s are confused
and no chris cross p-ssed off, not even close
it’s several on the radio, i play all this more
in mirror, sat back and observe
now my vision is clearer
your own team bring you down to zero
like who turned you up?
you’re still… turned out for what?

hook:
and i’m still about my old sh-t (every day)
your knew sh-t sound a lot like the old sh-t (straight out)
and them n-gg-s about that don’t know sh-t (don’t know sh-t)
just about .. and some more sh-t (some more sh-t)
and i’m like oh sh-t, my own sh-t, go way under your own sh-t
the dj gonna play that, them other n-gg-s don’t know sh-t.
i’m back, b-tch, and i’m broken,
you get trapped down and it’s all..
and you never, never, never ever do it like this!

… i’m a cartier, running
killing n-gg-s, saw you where the bodies at, huh
wayne are you on the chair right now in the middle
i’mma hit you like yeah, with the party, yeah! (right!)
grant them, chart them, but still… hoes
i don’t show love, i’ll be feeling hoes
pull up in that old school, n-gg- hear the…
how you girl lay down where the ceiling go.
made you keep a problem… with my knee… oh
i’mma keep you real, so …
then i grind, i’ve been working like a slave
when i hear my lil brother pay her way through college.
i was in college…
and the microwave she got tired, n-gg-, start to move a column
soon at the game, i can hear the rap digging
like.. young n-gg-, i know i make her cry.
had the n-gg- by my own sh-t
i made… you, how you did it for a minute?
killing your new sh-t, it’s the type to get disgusted
you can hear, if you listen, i’m the n-gg- in the city!
.. do your research, baby
you should know who you are, you should probably show your t-tty
they gonna be clever in hood, yeah lil n-gg-… but you did it!

hook: (x2)
and i’m still about my old sh-t (every day)
your knew sh-t sound a lot like the old sh-t (straight out)
and them n-gg-s about that don’t know sh-t (don’t know sh-t)
just about .. and some more sh-t (some more sh-t)
and i’m like oh sh-t, my own sh-t, go way under your own sh-t
the dj gonna play that, them other n-gg-s don’t know sh-t.
i’m back, b-tch, and i’m broken,
you get trapped down and it’s all..
and you never, never, never ever do it like this!

- roscoe dash lyrics

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