Z-Ro, Lil Flip - Take My Time lyrics
[Z-Ro, Lil Flip - Take My Time lyrics]
I'm gon' take my time
Already living too fast
I don't need to speed up
At the rate I'm traveling now
I'ma end up with Jesus
I think I'm losing my mind
It's an everyday struggle for me
To try to maintain
I just the want the money
Motherfuck the fame
Bitch what you mean
You ain't calling me no mo'
I thought I already got rid of your ass
A week ago when you did what you did
From that moment I didn't care
That's why I was like
I don't want no company stay over there
You prolly think cause you got the pussy
You rule me
Up under that pussy you ain't nothing
But another no good niggga bitch
You can't fool me
Too many years, I done paid the price
You must be smoking
If you think I'ma make you my wife
Even though I'm a rapper
Feel like I'm still on the block
Everyday I damn near shoot somebody
Everyday I damn near get shot
Dealing with fake ass bitches
And fake ass niggas you know the ones
That wanna make my cash they cash nigga
I'm not worried about you
I'm worried about me
Even though I know your life is meaningless
Without me you can choke on a meaty dick
With my cum coming from it
My love is for who I see in the mirror
Bitch I promise
Look I'm six million sold
With ten million ring tones
You wanna live like me
Well first we gotta switch homes
Cause, I keep bread like Michael Vick
Way before the dogs
Me and Ro, blowing purple haze clouds huh
I won't stop
Until I get that Grammy on my shelf
Why should I pay you
When I can do it by myself
The block like the way I put
It down for the streets
I been a fly boy, way before I had the piece
The F-N on my lap, as I breeze by
You can't compare Southwest, to a G-5
These rappers hate it
Cause we made it out the hood right
I got some head
So that's what I call a good flight
DJ's, always playing that dance shit
But meanwhile, I be on some Paris France shit
So listen up
Cause I'ma say this for the last time
This music shit
Will make you lose your mind damn
I think I wanna pancake
But I'm not talking about a breakfast plate
I'm tal'n bout three wheel motion
One of my wheels just hanging in
The air let's get that straight
Flipperacci got on a Johnny watch
Z-Ro got on a Johnny watch you fellas broke
Me and Flip don't see none
Of y'all at Johnny's spots
It's Screwed Up Click, until it's over with
I been here ever since the beginning
Cause I'm a soldier bitch
You niggas act funny when I'm
Not on my money
When I'm on my money y'all kiss my ass
Here's to the future
Leaving y'all fucked niggas in the past
For every critic that hate it
God damn we made it
Cause when it come to the SUC
Homeboy we the greatest
You can't divide us up, I got the Midas touch
That mean
Everything I touch reach platinum plus
I smoked weed with Snoop
I drunk Cris' with Jay
My idols were UGK, we still chopping blades
And everytime somebody die
They wanna blame it on lean
But we'll probably lose our mind
If we went a day clean man
Already living too fast
I don't need to speed up
At the rate I'm traveling now
I'ma end up with Jesus
I think I'm losing my mind
It's an everyday struggle for me
To try to maintain
I just the want the money
Motherfuck the fame
Bitch what you mean
You ain't calling me no mo'
I thought I already got rid of your ass
A week ago when you did what you did
From that moment I didn't care
That's why I was like
I don't want no company stay over there
You prolly think cause you got the pussy
You rule me
Up under that pussy you ain't nothing
But another no good niggga bitch
You can't fool me
Too many years, I done paid the price
You must be smoking
If you think I'ma make you my wife
Even though I'm a rapper
Feel like I'm still on the block
Everyday I damn near shoot somebody
Everyday I damn near get shot
Dealing with fake ass bitches
And fake ass niggas you know the ones
That wanna make my cash they cash nigga
I'm not worried about you
I'm worried about me
Even though I know your life is meaningless
Without me you can choke on a meaty dick
With my cum coming from it
My love is for who I see in the mirror
Bitch I promise
Look I'm six million sold
With ten million ring tones
You wanna live like me
Well first we gotta switch homes
Cause, I keep bread like Michael Vick
Way before the dogs
Me and Ro, blowing purple haze clouds huh
I won't stop
Until I get that Grammy on my shelf
Why should I pay you
When I can do it by myself
The block like the way I put
It down for the streets
I been a fly boy, way before I had the piece
The F-N on my lap, as I breeze by
You can't compare Southwest, to a G-5
These rappers hate it
Cause we made it out the hood right
I got some head
So that's what I call a good flight
DJ's, always playing that dance shit
But meanwhile, I be on some Paris France shit
So listen up
Cause I'ma say this for the last time
This music shit
Will make you lose your mind damn
I think I wanna pancake
But I'm not talking about a breakfast plate
I'm tal'n bout three wheel motion
One of my wheels just hanging in
The air let's get that straight
Flipperacci got on a Johnny watch
Z-Ro got on a Johnny watch you fellas broke
Me and Flip don't see none
Of y'all at Johnny's spots
It's Screwed Up Click, until it's over with
I been here ever since the beginning
Cause I'm a soldier bitch
You niggas act funny when I'm
Not on my money
When I'm on my money y'all kiss my ass
Here's to the future
Leaving y'all fucked niggas in the past
For every critic that hate it
God damn we made it
Cause when it come to the SUC
Homeboy we the greatest
You can't divide us up, I got the Midas touch
That mean
Everything I touch reach platinum plus
I smoked weed with Snoop
I drunk Cris' with Jay
My idols were UGK, we still chopping blades
And everytime somebody die
They wanna blame it on lean
But we'll probably lose our mind
If we went a day clean man