Juice WRLD - Don’t Got Time lyrics

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Juice WRLD - Don’t Got Time lyrics]

Hit-Boy max Lord look like, "Oh
It's one of those"
Look fool, Max look, haha huh, uh
I'ma just kick back and sip my tea, nigga
(Woah, woah) hot tea

I'm sick and tired of these hoes on my line
I've been Tony Hawk or some'
'cause I'm on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that Ghost
Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most
Tryna wrap my mind
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time (Don't got time)
I don't got time (I don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time, ayy

Shawty got (Uh) , gimme that (Uh)
Double up (Ha) , ayy (yeah)
Wockhardts (Uh) , Qualitest (Uh)
Double my cup, ayy
Pass me the Sprite or you die (Uh)
I've said that multiple times (Ayy)
Double my gun, 007
I shot him multiple times (Ayy)
Don't love a bitch, fuck her then dip
I made her walk told her be like A$AP Rocky
Wit' it, bitch, walk, please, walk
Please don't talk
Bitch, I'm a dog I'ma bite I don't bark
If yo bitch got water tell
Your bitch I'm a shark
Got the iron on me, I feel like Tony Stark
Fly nigga, I feel like Bonaparte
Designer on me but this
Shit ain't no "Panda"
I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta
Nina on my lap I'm feelin' like Santa
Shit on all my enemies got no manners
I got that percocet 30 axis
So it's understanding if
You not understanding
540, no scope, I Black Ops 2 blam him
Shit ain't a joke, I may go shoot a random
Ayy

I'm sick and tired of these hoes on my line
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been Tony Hawk or some'
'cause I'm on my grind (Okay)
Bitch I transform up in that Ghost
Optimus Prime (Skrrt, okay)
And these hoes always do the most
Tryna wrap my mind (Huh)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time (Don't got time)
I don't got time (I don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time, ayy

I should go buy the Bahamas
Give a AK to my mama (Okay)
Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy)
Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay)
I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh)
Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden
I'm freestylin' all the murders
You dropped shoot the ammo out, pick it up
Put it in my pocket, yeah
My choppa shoot so fast (How fast?)
You thought it knew ebonics (yeah)
Your shorty went so fast (How fast?)
I nicknamed her Sonic, yeah
You know I shoulda called that shit demonic
Yeah
Sippin' chronic, smokin' chronic, yeah
Tote chronics, shooting chronic, yeah
Come through get some of this chronic, yeah
(Okay) i just been livin' so fast (Huh)
Pour me a four to slow down in here
Codeine cowboy getting cash (Huh)
Robbery rodeos everywhere (Yee haw)
Live everyday like my last one
Like what day? My last one
Everyday I'm on the cash hunt (Uh, uh)
Buckle up, let's have a blast, hun (Uh, uh)

I'm sick and tired of these hoes on my line
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been Tony Hawk or some'
'cause I'm on my grind (Okay)
Bitch I transform up in that Ghost
Optimus Prime (Skrrt, okay)
And these hoes always do the most
Tryna wrap my mind (Huh)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time (Don't got time)
I don't got time (I don't got time)
Don't got time (Don't got time)
Tick tock, don't got time, ayy

Ayy, okay

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