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Time Bomb Lyrics - Artist : Prof
Ask how I'm feeling
I'm at the top of my game, you know what the deal is (yah!) Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors (okay!) So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy? (okay!) Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh! Feelin' good, feelin' good at the liquor store (okay!) Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take 'em home (alright!) What I'm bouta get into I'll never know So many plans, so many plans, I got several ATM, (check) got the cash, (check) ate well, (check) all of that (check) Feelin' good, (check) already knew it, (check) I'm about (check) to get into it (check) Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy? Bad bad young man though, (what?) 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! Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time What the fuck? 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 boo you look just like a photo baby I can't say no, it's a problem, this is fatal baby, cause you a time bomb baby ATM, (check) got the cash, (check) ate well, (check) all of that (check) Feelin' good, (check) already knew it, (check) I'm about (check) to get into it (check) Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy? Bad bad young man though, get ready to have your plans cancelled Ask 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! Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time What the fuck? 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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking fuse Chickaboom, chickaboom Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin' Are we? Bouncin', bouncin', uh Are we? Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin' Are we? Bouncin' What the fuck is this?, Man, my phone's on From all around the globe |
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