Keyshia Cole and Young Thug - Don't Waste My Time

London on da Track, yeah
London on da Track, bitch
Can't kick it how we kick it (hahahahaha)
We tell a trick to kick rocks
I see the bullshit, I dismiss it
I done been through a lot
I done been around the block
Can't let you go, I rather try another (we got London on da Track)

Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, 'cause I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, playin' with my mind (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Ooh, I can't think right
Hurry up and move or you get snake bite
If you snooze you lose, well I might fuck your wife
You can call me Tom Cruise, I wanna wreck your life
Wreck it, red coupe, spaghetti and I check it (whoa)
Oh yeah, we havin' more fun than Andretti's
All white attire like I'm at a weddin'
And I just wanna be like Ox from Belly
Ooh, you push me to the rim
You know I'm your little baby
I'm stackin' bread and it's wheat like Timbs
Fuck a start, bae you know you wanna race but please

Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, 'cause I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, playin' with my mind

How many times do I gotta give you, you, you
'Til you realize I'm the one
I'm tired of playin' these games witcha baby, yeah
'Cause you'll never realize
No one will do you like I do
Or love you like I do
And I'm so tired of the games
Trying to throw me in my game, won't let you play with my

Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine (baby, you blowin' mine), playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, 'cause I don't have it for you
You blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, playin' with my mind (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

I won't ask her for a chance 'cause your heart cold
These are little niggas, call 'em tadpoles
You know I want that ass and mouth, so what you ask for?
I spent one-fifty for two-hundred on her dash board (woo)
Yeah, ride it fast like a Nascar (skrrt)
You a peasant, what you stand for? (Nothing)
I get dirty bands like a drug lord
I got lots of spots like a tiger

Written by:
Jeffrey Williams, Keyshia Cole

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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