Bac 2 Tha Future (My Time)

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I got twenty racks in my new jeans

I got ten more in my blue jeans

I walk in, I'm turnt up

Pimp tight like I'm permed up

I heard broke b*tches talkin' like they rollin' like us

Man, these b*tches sound shermed up

And these b*tches be mad at us

Because these b*tches so down to f*ck

Claim that sh*t, I can bang that sh*t

F*ck me, f*ck a ten, I'ma train that b*tch

I hope you ain't wife that b*tch

Cause I know a couple homies that'll pipe that b*tch

Lights out, put you in a night gown b*tch

And your b*tch chose me because you walk out with

My ass sick and my drinks mixed

Say I'm sicker, say no sh*t

(?)

And all my flows they slow piff

Closed case, I'm killin' sh*t

Heard you flung, not feeling sh*t

My brand right and I'm on one and these b*tches don't want none

These b*tches don't want none

(These b*tches don't want none)



I shine right cause I grind, b*tches hate, I don't mind

My heart tatted, I'm authentic it's clear to see it's my time

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