Текст, перевод и аккорды “No Time”
- feat. Puff Daddy I got no time for fake niggas Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas From east to west coast spread love nigga And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures Hey I mama Miss Evana Usually rock tha proda sometimes the boda Stick you for your cream and your riches Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches Puff Daddy pump the hummer for the summer I follow in the E class with the goggles 96 model Bad clique on the stroll (Tell 'em how we roll) Cruise control Nuttin make a woman feel better than barrettas and amarrettas But tha lettas and mad cheddas Chillin in the Benz wit my amigos Tryin to stick a nigga for his pesos If you say so Then I'm the same chick that you wanna get wit And lick up in my twat Gotta hit the spot if not don't test the pun-pun nadie-nadie pun-nadi-dadi Hey I got no time for fake niggas Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas From east to west coast spread love nigga And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures ( Repeat 3x) (How you like it baby uh from the front, uh from the back, give that ass a smack, uh, bet your man won't do it like that, can't work the middle plus his dick too little, let me grab your tatas, do the chacha, make you scream papa) You the best dada Now watch mama go up and down dip the jaws crazy--UH Before you nut I'ma dribble down your butt cheek, make you wiggle and giggle just a little I'm drinkin babies Then I cracks for the Mercedes Act shady and feel my 380 Gator boots for ladies Ohh, wee, I see, your girl ain't a freak like me or Adina ha Can't fade the rhinoceros of rap Lil Kim a pussy How proposterous is that I got no time for fake niggas Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas From east to west coast spread love nigga And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures (Repeat 3x) Right back at cha the one Cleopatra Diggin in your stash (Playas think they gonna get some ass) No money money, no licky licky fuck your sticky sticky and your quicky Gimmie your loot you mack 11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet John Paul Pete shouldn't compete if you can't wet it, forget it, don't sweat it, I bet it make you go smooth if you let Ha You can't stop a chick from ballin Ha Ha, the la-las, the drop-bys they be callin And you ain't know while you be kickin that old shit We makin hits Platinium an Glod shit I stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man is a bad girl I got no time for fake niggas Just sittin chris style with with these real niggas From east to west coast spread love nigga And while you keep talkin shit we countin bank figures (Repeat until fade)
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