young thug & dj tripp da hitmajor - time out lyrics
[intro]
time out, hold up
dk, i said time out, fool
blatt, bleveland, yeah
[verse 1]
yeah, i bang red since i look like robin hood
they been hating on me, cutting my cable cords
they gon’ hate on her when she come in michael kors
meanwhile your b+tch in the ‘lac grippin’ this wood
i want you
she went to grabbing for my jewels, i told her
forty six a squad and dk roll it, roll it
she know she can’t have me, now she love my woadie
she wanna buy him a chinchilla
she see i’m serving foreign country boys from the village
always, i gotta stand her
no, she don’t want n0body else to eat but her
she be like f+ck them digits, stack them digits
complement this fendi fit
condiments, no cinnamon though
she ride three deep with molly in the middle
put mickey thompsons all on my jeep
ain’t got no handprints on my doors, they all on my seat
ten thousand dollar toe ring featured by e
[chorus]
these b+tches know ’bout time out
lil’ mama rolling it too fast, i be like time out
they wanna f+ck me ’til i tell them all to time out
and yeah, she stroke it i can’t coach it, i’m like time out
i’m not a snitch, but i be tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em
tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em
i’m so tired of tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em
tellin ’em, tell ’em, now i’ma show ’em
[verse 2]
her posse beat me by the threes, i call ’em reggie miller
she roll the weed in giant ‘gars, she tall like ‘zilla
i’m gonna (main b+tch)
baby, don’t you run from me, you know i wanna
she down with slime, she got a tattoo of an anaconda
catch thugger getting high in london
b+tch walking around naked, no pajamas
lil’ homie red, dawg, with lots of lumber
just for that i’ma f+ck your aunt, your sis’ your mama
baby, let’s pop a bean together
she wanna feel just like i feel, we growing wings together
everything perfect about her, can’t get my thing together
i turn her up and now we sh+t on earthlings together
[chorus]
these b+tches know ’bout time out
lil’ mama rolling it too fast, i be like time out
they wanna f+ck me ’til i tell them all to time out
and yeah, she stroke it i can’t coach it, i’m like time out
i’m not a snitch, but i be tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em
tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em
i’m so tired of tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em, tellin ’em
tellin ’em, tell ’em, now i’ma show ’em
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