Time Bomb

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That's how I'm feeling
 I'm at the top of my game you know what the deal is
 Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
 So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy?
 Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
 Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store
 Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all
 What I'm bouta get into I'll never know
 So many plans, so many plants, I got several
 A-Town, got cash, ate well, all of that
 Feeling good, already knew it, I'm about to get into it
 Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
 Bad bad young man though, get ready to have your plans cancelled
 Are you rolling with me? It's so dangerous in this city. Your mom wouldn't like me, your papa or your uncle either
 Each his nieces dime pieces
 I'm such a wascally wabbit
 Have been treated for diseases
 It's not my bad that I have it, no!
 Ooooohhh
 I can't bring myself to follow the rules
 Come with me if you want to get on the news
 Hold tight, I'll light this muthafuckin' fuse
 Chickaboom, chickaboom
 Ooooohhh
 I can't bring myself to follow the rules
 Come with me if you want to get on the news
 Hold tight, I'll light this muthafuckin' fuse
 Chickaboom, chickaboom
 Boogie-woogie
 Fully buzzed up up in my hoodie
 I stay getting pussy
 Chocolate and vanilla pudding
 I'm young Doogie Howser
 Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
 I'm getting stupid, can't possibly be better looking
 Oooooh baby
 What you do to me must be some good Voodoo baby
 When solo ooh you look just like a photo baby
 I can't say no, it's a problems, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby
 A-Town, got cash, ate well, all of that
 Feeling good, already knew it, I'm about to get into it
 Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
 Bad bad young man though, get ready to get your plans cancelled
 

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Duration
03:31
Tempo
148 BPM

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