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  Were going to dance
  And exercise
  And have some fun
  I aint got time for these niggas
  Better throw a watch at the boy
  Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
  Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
  Boy, I aint got time for these bitches
  Better throw a clock at these hoes
  Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose
  Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
  Boy, I aint got time
  Boy, I need a Kleenex
  How I got this far? Boy, I cant believe it
  That I got this car, so I take the scenic
  Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
  First, happy birthday!
  You bitch-ass nigga, yup, Im thirsty
  Them little shots that you threw, they aint hurt me
  I aint fuck with your bitch-ass in the first place
  I aint got time for these niggas
  Better throw a watch at the boy
  Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
  Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
  Boy, I aint got time for these bitches
  Better throw a clock at these hoes
  Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose
  Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
  Boy, I aint got time
  Nat Turner would be so proud of me
  Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
  I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
  And if I ask them, they would bow at me
  But youre a house nigga, so you dont know
  How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
  And my big dick and my short hair
  Cause you already know how slow my shit grow
  Tick, tock
  Tick, tock 
  Tick, tock
  Tick, tock 
  Tick, tock
  Tick, tock 
  Tick, tock
  Tick, tock
  Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill
  When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil 
  Next line will have em like whoa
  Ive been kissing white boys since 2004
  One me, two feet, three Ms
  Four, five, six years ago sucked
  Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
  Cause Vans fucked up
  Ima read commas, you gon leave comments
  Saying what I shoulda did, but you aint did nada
  You aint important
  Ima keep sporting
  All smiles over here
  Shout out to The Garden
  And I just handle all my business like a chessboard
  And at them Golf boys? Thats my motherfucking set, boy
  Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
  Walk weird cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
  With a Skywalker, riding round solar
  Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
  Getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
  Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
  Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
  And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher
  Shout out to they gave a big loaf of
  Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
  Whats that thick odor?
  Young Millie T
  A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
  Better talk shit
  Cause Im either in my Cons or my Golf shit
  Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
  Im Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down
   Yeah, right now
  Cause niggas dying every day and I aint light brown
  And i-D aint wanna give a nigga no post
  So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
  Listen, man, Im that boy
  All you little niggas clones
  Boy I fill that void
  You better kill that noise
  Turn around and remap route
  When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
  Tick, tock
  Bitch
  Tick, tock
  Tick, tock
  Cause I aint got ti-
  Sugar
  Oh!
  Youre so sweet
  Fuck?
  They should call you sugar
  Cause youre so s-
  Hello?