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young ez - time to shine lyrics

[intro: young ez & nle choppa]
yeah, yeah
nle b+tch
c’mon bro i’m going super saiyan on these f+ckin’ hoes buddy c’mon buddy
ay, huh, ay

[verse 1: young ez]
gave her head, now she feenin’ for more
four+leaf clover yes i’m lucky fo’ sho’
henny up and all the purple we pull
run to the money, now my l!cks is on
can’t hurt me, uh
no perkies
ay i’m not losing battle cause i sit by .30
homies got my back, get the hoodie st+rdy
[?] on my jersey
told em’ “take your shot, better not miss me”
o to the face, in the stu, i’m just tipsy
i ain’t scared, actin’ tough, give a f+ck if you diss me
you act hard yeah, but you sweet, rice krispy
up got my head in the sky, in the sky
blowin’ up, said i won’t, and you lyin’, and you lyin’
stowing up all my songs, with my time, with my time
f+ck y’all, now it’s my time to shine

[chorus: young ez]
yeah time to shine ay
ran it up, i take the money cause it’s f+cking mine ay
bands and b+tches, i got both now i feel sublime ay
who is real? who is fake? y’all see the vine ay
ez drop yo’ sh+t, hold up imma take my time ay
ran it up, i take the money cause it’s f+cking mine ay
bands and b+tches, i got both now i feel sublime ay
who is real? who is fake? y’all see the vine ay
ez drop yo’ sh+t, hold up imma take my time
[verse 2: nle choppa]
and if you run off, then them choppa bullets hawk him down
and imma leave a n+gga missin’ in the lost and found
them bullets rip a n+gga kidney he won’t make a sound
and imma shoot it ’till it’s empty, imma gun him down
i’m in the kitchen whippin’ pots and pans
her p+ssy trash, garbage can
real k!llers take a stab
and you be snitchin’ on yo’ mans
skinny jeans on tight, but she was pullin’ down my pants
the perky had me throwin’ up, so b+tch i’m finna pop a xan
my clip, it stretchin’ like a yo+yo
i’m throwin’ c’s, yeah i’m loco
i did a drive behind the stolo, i was solo with a .44
you n+ggas talkin’ to the po+po
black and white we gon’ see it tho’
caught him at the light, the .4 rippin’ through a n+gga throat
i got the gun tucked up in the club, n+gga you don’t see it tho’
my clip be longer than a nose, sittin’ on pinocchio
and these bullets knock the man up off the horse up on yo’ polo
and he think this sh+t a game, i swear to god he gettin’ played
them bullets at the back of his neck like the end of the braids
a lot of n+ggas at my show, like we doin’ a parade
choppa line a n+gga up, like i’m givin’ him a fade
and you can get yo’ ass rocked, to the cradle to the grave
and i’ll whip a n+gga ass like he was a f+ckin’ slave
he went outside, then he died
so his ass should’ve stayed at home
choppa bullets goin’ through his bones
he tried to call the police, ain’t was no service on his phone
and i be feenin’ for them perkies you can call me a cone
he was talkin’ all that sh+t, i told that n+gga watch his tone
[chorus: young ez]
yeah time to shine ay
ran it up, i take the money cause it’s f+cking mine ay
bands and b+tches, i got both now i feel sublime ay
who is real? who is fake? y’all see the vine ay
ez drop yo’ sh+t, hold up imma take my time ay
ran it up, i take the money cause it’s f+cking mine ay
bands and b+tches, i got both now i feel sublime ay
who is real? who is fake? y’all see the vine ay
ez drop yo’ sh+t, hold up imma take my time

- young ez lyrics

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