The Times

Lyrics

[Intro] What, what, what, what, what Yeah Yeah We in Baltimore right now I've been told this sounds like a Cadillac So if you own a Cadillac, good job, nigga Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha [Chorus] Yeah, they tell all the stories 'bout the times None of them niggas is on my mind I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime You dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em Most my niggas got they heads screwed on Tight as a virgin, pussy mushy, had me stuck on the phone Finding my pace, make another run to Bmore Bahamadia built, mama got that boy pregnant like a seahorse [Verse 1] I found me a pot that I can pee on, a window I can throw it out I can say shit like, "get the fuck up out my house" But since you let me use your couch, you ain't gon' never be without All my brothers, they can vouch, I ain't never been no slouch, what you searchin' for? You got your mind made up, what you cursin' for? I love you dearly, but lately, spirits been trippin', boy So much for jury, you lost me, replace them niggas' courts I know you hear me, yo [Chorus] They tell all the stories 'bout the times None of them niggas is on my mind I had, I had to flip it, make that melon lime The dope, put them on the stove, fry 'em Most my niggas got they heads screwed on Tight as a virgin, pussy mushy, had me stuck on the phone Finding my pace, make another run to Bmore Bahamadia built, mama got that boy pregnant like a– yo [Verse 2] Before I leave you, I'ma tell you minoy Don't follow me just 'cause you got bored Many tours, flights I can't afford, it's dicey, my boy A shiesty whore left my heart annoyed, don't open that door They know the lore, I never kept it secret It's all good in the hood, hustle like it's legal Soon as you get it hot, skrrt, there go the people You niggas want me for interviews, but you fuckin' evil They say they need you, let you tell 'em no, might fuckin' eat you My shit be lethal, put some lighter fluid on the needle My shawty regal, when she see you, you can't hide yourself for none of your intentionals Audio expenses on my temple, we still sample those We was getting busy online, offline, out of net, internet, or computers like sex All my students all step, bitch, do it to the death This the part where you invest, pull the car around them jects, yo [Outro] They tell all the stories 'bout the times Yeah, none of them niggas is on my mind, yo Yeah, I had to flip it, make that melon lime, yo Like, like fuckin', um Like a plantain, fry that thing