Time Just Kills - RAGS TO RICHES!

(Okay)
(Bros on your block, with a glock)
(Let that shit go)
(Bad bitch on my dick, suck my dick)
(Let that bitch blow)
I don't like snakes, but like Gucci
Come to your house with a uzi
Counting that paper like loose-leaf
She talking to me like she knew me
Look at my wrist and its golden
Dick in her mouth and she choking
Look at the racks I be holding
Now look at the gun I be holding
Fuck all that sad shit, I'm moving up charts
Lil bitch, I'm not losing my spot (Aye)
I'm living, relaxing, and buying these cars
I been doin this shit from the start (Aye)
Speaking this shit from the heart (Aye)
Speaking this shit from the start (Aye)
Pussy pretend that he know me
I got my dogs ready to bark (Aye)
I can't go anywhere
Without feeling strange
(I just wanted to take a minute to say that)
(All my haters can suck my fucking dick)
(And if you got a problem with me, pull up)
I don't like snakes, but like Gucci
Come to your house with a uzi
Counting that paper like loose-leaf
She talking to me like she knew me
Look at my wrist and its golden
Dick in her mouth and she choking
Look at the racks I be holding
Now look at the gun I be holding

Written by:
James Greaver

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