Prof - Time Bomb lyrics

[Prof - Time Bomb lyrics]

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)
Yeeeeaa-a ahhhh!

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?

O-o-o oohhh
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 o-o-o oohhh
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

O-o-o ooh 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?
Yeeeeaa-a ahhhh!

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time
What the fuck?

O-o-o oohhh
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 o-o-o oohhh
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
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