Letra de Err Time
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You so full of crap you just might roll 3 err time
I'm her MCM and she gone post me err time
Smokin' out a whole p, and yeah its gone be OG err time
I'm her MCM and she gone post me err time
Smokin' out a whole p, and yeah its gone be OG err time
Long live Bankroll and its still RIP Doe B ERR TIME
Bad muhfucka parked outside, yeah thats mine
And that bad bitch that used to be urs? yeah that's mine
You gone do what, yeah thats fine might get hit up in my spare time
Pack arrive, i tell her hold that Fed-Ex down, yeah lets grind
What i told ya' 'bout callin' when i'm in the main? you fuckin' me up
Took care of all the important shit lawyers the jordans its fortunate i'm in the clutch
I'm in a rush, poppin off plays
Gotta keep protection on me like i'm on the first date
Pockets gotta hickey like i'm on the first base
When i pull up in ya regal you can hear the vert quake
I be sliding california tryna feel the earth quake
Got some brain on a plane on my dame birthday
Catch me outside white girl going for the 13 got the pill dr phil derivation
Errthang clean with a mean purp flavor
She can run that shit i told the fiend verbatim
Crazy, jockin on him cause he got a mercedes
Thug girl in the vert wavin'
What i tell ya bout speakin when we in public
You see how i'm thuggin
Feel like i'm grocery shoppin when i go get them choppas.. we got beef in the budget
Plus all the produce i'm copping we sold for a profit and a rental that we got from budget
Drive bys out a van and i popped a xan
Fell asleep in my cutlass
I'm trippin, slippin the clip in i'm just reminiscing I'm still with the shit like divinci
I got the code, auto reload F&N ammunition
My hittas get paid on commission clips duck-taped extensions
Homicide promise imma slide just when you think i'm slippin get it
Slip-n-slide light bright bitch inside talkin bout take her to the house
If she'on put it straight in her mouth, imma make her get out
Ask my accountant to check my account man i just been countin' you can't even count
Money so neat the bank teller smile numbers so steep you'd think its a drought
Fuck up the game if i tell 'em my numbers i'm keepin' the shit in the streets
Put 93 in this bitch its a P in this bitch
Ain't no sleepin til we get the G's
[I got the the pocket except the] security knock at the door i was weak in the knees
And its some officers presently stalking the residence stalling like we finna leave
Shit get charged to the game like visa
Got the mastercard to the game face [clean]
Nigga i been on the grind in this bitch brakes squeakin
I done caught eleventeen pops bae sleepin'
Catch me out gassed with the wax straight cheefin
Its some moonrock $65 cash straight cheese
Two different kinds and i pop em a thousand a piece
Put 36 of em out in the streets
Yeah i be rappin'', ask em about me the city on lock like a ball on a leash
[Brought on divinci], youngin' a gangsta that choppa gone bark like a dog on a leash
Bitches in love with a dog i been doggin' this AMG raw shit i'm all on the creep
Car fall witcha broad wastin' 'tron all on the seats off in the bitch we coolin'
Ion go no where without my tooly i love my life ain't tryna lose it
Thats the love of your life well the other night i was fuckin' her like she was a groupie
Oops, y'all 'sposed to be exclusive
They locked up my people in pheonix when i dropped i'm moving to Houston
That load just hit on Tuesday thats why we roll that shit like sushi
You gotta run that back like Ramsey thats MobsquadNard i'm introducing
He gotta flow like Gates he raw like Boosie but he ain't from baton rouge
Shoutout to Duval i don't hate he on my tape cause i love his music... I'm through wit' it
Bad muhfucka parked outside, yeah thats mine
And that bad bitch that used to be urs? yeah that's mine
You gone do what, yeah thats fine might get hit up in my spare time
Pack arrive, i tell her hold that Fed-Ex down, yeah lets grind
What i told ya' 'bout callin' when i'm in the main? you fuckin' me up
Took care of all the important shit lawyers the jordans its fortunate i'm in the clutch
I'm in a rush, poppin off plays
Gotta keep protection on me like i'm on the first date
Pockets gotta hickey like i'm on the first base
When i pull up in ya regal you can hear the vert quake
I be sliding california tryna feel the earth quake
Got some brain on a plane on my dame birthday
Catch me outside white girl going for the 13 got the pill dr phil derivation
Errthang clean with a mean purp flavor
She can run that shit i told the fiend verbatim
Crazy, jockin on him cause he got a mercedes
Thug girl in the vert wavin'
What i tell ya bout speakin when we in public
You see how i'm thuggin
Feel like i'm grocery shoppin when i go get them choppas.. we got beef in the budget
Plus all the produce i'm copping we sold for a profit and a rental that we got from budget
Drive bys out a van and i popped a xan
Fell asleep in my cutlass
I'm trippin, slippin the clip in i'm just reminiscing I'm still with the shit like divinci
I got the code, auto reload F&N ammunition
My hittas get paid on commission clips duck-taped extensions
Homicide promise imma slide just when you think i'm slippin get it
Slip-n-slide light bright bitch inside talkin bout take her to the house
If she'on put it straight in her mouth, imma make her get out
Ask my accountant to check my account man i just been countin' you can't even count
Money so neat the bank teller smile numbers so steep you'd think its a drought
Fuck up the game if i tell 'em my numbers i'm keepin' the shit in the streets
Put 93 in this bitch its a P in this bitch
Ain't no sleepin til we get the G's
[I got the the pocket except the] security knock at the door i was weak in the knees
And its some officers presently stalking the residence stalling like we finna leave
Shit get charged to the game like visa
Got the mastercard to the game face [clean]
Nigga i been on the grind in this bitch brakes squeakin
I done caught eleventeen pops bae sleepin'
Catch me out gassed with the wax straight cheefin
Its some moonrock $65 cash straight cheese
Two different kinds and i pop em a thousand a piece
Put 36 of em out in the streets
Yeah i be rappin'', ask em about me the city on lock like a ball on a leash
[Brought on divinci], youngin' a gangsta that choppa gone bark like a dog on a leash
Bitches in love with a dog i been doggin' this AMG raw shit i'm all on the creep
Car fall witcha broad wastin' 'tron all on the seats off in the bitch we coolin'
Ion go no where without my tooly i love my life ain't tryna lose it
Thats the love of your life well the other night i was fuckin' her like she was a groupie
Oops, y'all 'sposed to be exclusive
They locked up my people in pheonix when i dropped i'm moving to Houston
That load just hit on Tuesday thats why we roll that shit like sushi
You gotta run that back like Ramsey thats MobsquadNard i'm introducing
He gotta flow like Gates he raw like Boosie but he ain't from baton rouge
Shoutout to Duval i don't hate he on my tape cause i love his music... I'm through wit' it
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