Young Thug – Bout (Damn) Time Lyrics

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    (Intro)
    We came a long way and that’s why I say

    (Chorus)
    Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
    Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time
    Bout damn time, I swear to God
    God damn time, ayy

    (Verse 1)
    I done ran that money up, bout time
    I used to stack a five, now I’m stacking dimes
    I don’t care if none of y’all ain’t my kind
    Your watch cost 5000, you wasted your time
    And I’m finished, why you still at the line?
    If you ain’t Damu ni**a, you must be blind
    And I ain’t turning down, turn down for what?
    I’ma turn up every time, every time
    Every time, every time
    I cop a ten thousand pimp belt
    I told the bi**h she gotta s**k and f**k
    Ooh, in front and back and make her double nut
    Wrapped up in towel, got out my cat plug
    I swear to God she wetter than a tub
    I supply real ni**as and they show me love
    I f**k three, four hoes every time I’m in club
    Rap pack, now I gotta see these f**ks
    Mommy wassup? No gives, I got kilos
    She a
    I wanna be that ni**a, my Denali truck stand tall
    I can’t even see these ni**as
    If i wanted to I still couldn’t see these ni**as

    (Repeat Chorus)

    (Bridge)
    I came from the bottom, bout time, yeah
    I know these ni**as want problems, bout time
    I’m a full baller bi**h, for a long time
    Came from smoke in the cup, quite a long time, yeah

    (Verse 2)
    These bi**hes know I wanna f**k em all
    Young Money s**t
    These bi**hes know they come round me with no drawers
    I’m on that horny s**t
    This that horny s**t, I don’t care, I got horns bi**h
    A capella now, I’ma beat your f**king clique
    I might mail this s**t, I won’t never tell no bi**h
    All my bi**hes thin and brown, this that pretzel s**t
    Miss Chelle, Miss Chelle
    She got bumps and rumps all over B
    I buy her CC, then I turn that s**t to BeBe
    I’m like feed me, feed me, feed me
    I don’t wanna eat ye

    (Repeat Chorus)

    (Outro)
    It’s bout time bi**h
    He ain’t have nothing to say ni**a
    Ain’t going back, ni**a
    I drank pints a day, bi**h
    Loaded, ay

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