Time Machine Tracy T
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Have your whole hood goin’
Get up on the block, get your b****, and have your hood ho***
Summer time n**** I could have the hood snowing
Night time, ice on, got the hood glowing
I been sitting back a long time, taking my time
Now I got four 9’s, want every penny off the dime
Come with a dollar short, then we might hurt you
Cut a lot of n***** off, had to tighten my circle
Money Bound or drown, you can’t swim in it
Yeah them lights, it get dim in it
Take this choppa, shoot a movie n****
Ain't no film in it
She talkin’ bout’ all this time, ain't got no time, now the b**** pressed
I told her im stuck in my grind, ain't got no time to get under her dress
Want it all, nothin’ less
Wanna’ ball, f*** the rest
Told my dawgs, go and fetch
And they gon’ come back with yo head n****
Come back with yo b****, now she in my bed n****
Ain't no small charges, Tracy T a Fed n****
It ain't no games, b**** you know how the f*** we play it n****
I can’t stand with em, so I stand out
Hands on, f*** a hand out
Better man up or its man down
Im still trapping’ outta Dan house
Cell phones workin, they just bought me a convertible
Money Bound wreck crew, full of dope dealers and murderers
N**** I’m in the birds nest, right there where them birds at
N**** its a drought now, better switch it up and serve packs
Get up on the block, get your b****, and have your hood ho***
Summer time n**** I could have the hood snowing
Night time, ice on, got the hood glowing
I been sitting back a long time, taking my time
Now I got four 9’s, want every penny off the dime
Come with a dollar short, then we might hurt you
Cut a lot of n***** off, had to tighten my circle
Money Bound or drown, you can’t swim in it
Yeah them lights, it get dim in it
Take this choppa, shoot a movie n****
Ain't no film in it
She talkin’ bout’ all this time, ain't got no time, now the b**** pressed
I told her im stuck in my grind, ain't got no time to get under her dress
Want it all, nothin’ less
Wanna’ ball, f*** the rest
Told my dawgs, go and fetch
And they gon’ come back with yo head n****
Come back with yo b****, now she in my bed n****
Ain't no small charges, Tracy T a Fed n****
It ain't no games, b**** you know how the f*** we play it n****
I can’t stand with em, so I stand out
Hands on, f*** a hand out
Better man up or its man down
Im still trapping’ outta Dan house
Cell phones workin, they just bought me a convertible
Money Bound wreck crew, full of dope dealers and murderers
N**** I’m in the birds nest, right there where them birds at
N**** its a drought now, better switch it up and serve packs
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