Outta Time

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Saucy Santana - Rap, Hip-Hop

Outta Time

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[Intro] Tre Trax, I think we got one It's trap season, bruh [Chorus] Wave yo hands in the air Wiggle it, jiggle it like you just don't care He a broke nigga, let him know If he ain't breaking bread the he gotta go Wave yo hands in the air Wiggle it, jiggle it like you just don't care He a broke nigga, let him know If he ain't breaking bread the he gotta go You gotta go, boy, you out of line You gotta go, boy, you out of time Big bank, no nickel or dime You slip, I slide, it's my time to shine You gotta go, boy, you out of line You gotta go, boy, you out of time Big bank, no nickel or dime You slip, I slide, it's my time to shine [Verse 1] Call me Trixie how I'm trickin' Call me Ronnie how I'm pimpin' Call me Diamond how I'm dancin' Call me Dasher how I'm prancin' All y'all hoes better get like me No ring but pull strings like wifey Imma make a movie, baby, call me Spike Lee Bad ass bitch, you know not to try me Aht, aht, aht That's the sounds when I'm whamming in the club Fye, fye, fye That's the sound when I'm hanging with the thugs Eenie meenie minie mo, put that pussy down his throat If he swallow he fo' sho' Baker man, have my dough Humpty Dumpty please don't break Hustle real hard, I want my cake No check, ain't nothin' to say I'm steppin' down on bitches, it's time to slay I'm a stallion lookin' for hay If you got the casy, baby, swing my way It's only right that you pay to stay I'll drag race a bitch, sashay away [Chorus] Wave yo hands in the air Wiggle it, jiggle it like you just don't care He a broke nigga, let him know If he ain't breaking bread the he gotta go Wave yo hands in the air Wiggle it, jiggle it like you just don't care He a broke nigga, let him know If he ain't breaking bread the he gotta go You gotta go, boy, you out of line You gotta go, boy, you out of time Big bank, no nickel or dime You slip, I slide, it's my time to shine You gotta go, boy, you out of line You gotta go, boy, you out of time Big bank, no nickel or dime You slip, I slide, it's my time to shine [Verse 2] I pop pussy, he pop pills No free cat, deal or no deal Take it to trial, I'm gon' appeal Cheap ass hoe deserve a happy meal Cut the check like a Nike deal Bald head hoe, call her Lil Bill I know niggas that will kill Bang the cock, always packing the Steele Money make the world go round I like my cheese pound for pound Big booty hoes, scrub the ground Spin the pussy like a merry-go-round Bada bing bada boom Cheap men, clear the room I'm the bomb, tick boom Turn this up girl, this my tune [Chorus] Wave yo hands in the air Wiggle it, jiggle it like you just don't care He a broke nigga, let him know If he ain't breaking bread the he gotta go Wave yo hands in the air Wiggle it, jiggle it like you just don't care He a broke nigga, let him know If he ain't breaking bread the he gotta go You gotta go, boy, you out of line You gotta go, boy, you out of time Big bank, no nickel or dime You slip, I slide, it's my time to shine You gotta go, boy, you out of line You gotta go, boy, you out of time Big bank, no nickel or dime You slip, I slide, it's my time to shine [Outro] Na na boo boo, no free fucking Hoe all year, ain't no cuffing Ah, ah ah ah Na na boo boo, no free fucking Hoe all year, nigga, ain't no cuffing Ah, ah ah ah Na na boo boo, no free fucking Hoe all year, nigga, ain't no cuffing Tre Trax, I think we got one It's trap season, bruh It's trap season, bruh!

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  • Saucy Santana