Gucci Mane - Ain't Got Time Lyrics
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    Ain't Got Time

    [Verse 1]
    I'm drankin', fuck, I'm 'bout to throw up
    I woke up with a bad bitch, took her to Thumbs Up
    Chevy so hard, haters give it thumbs up
    Said it's a bomb threat when they seen my Charger
    I ain't sayin' I'm hard, I ain't sayin' I'm god
    But I'm moonwalkin' on water
    I guess it run through your family
    Cause you suck dick like your mama
    Lil mama got an ass so big that shit just look ridiculous
    They say folks consider [?] so I put it on 6s
    [?] bad bitches in my section, that's just how I kick it
    I can buy 200 bottles, bitch, to me that's only pennies
    Don't want your foamposites, my coupe is on them skinnies
    Got a blue and black Franck Muller watch the same color the Pennys

    [Hook]
    Ain't got time for wishin', I ain't got time for wishin'
    And on this 30 days I'm tryna fuck like 80 bitches
    Ain't got time for wishin', ain't got time for wishin'
    30 thousand, hit the club with a lot, 80 niggas
    Ain't got time for wishin', ain't got time for wishin'
    2013 Caddy pickup truck on 30 inches
    I ain't got time for wishin', I ain't got time for wishin'
    We rolled like 80 blunts but smoked 'em all in 30 minutes

    [Verse 2]
    I done told you niggas, I done showed you niggas
    I don't wanna have to expose these niggas
    Unload, reload, explode these niggas
    None of you niggas be actin' like hoes, my niggas
    Think I'm playin' games, no joke, my nigga
    I ain't finna let shit go, my nigga
    Gucci Mane a pro and I bought a Lambo
    Cause back in the day I was a low down nigga
    [Custer Ave] cutthroat niggas
    I advise you, don't trust that nigga
    You don't know him like I know that nigga
    He'll steal your weed then smoke one with you
    I don't give a damn if it's your lil sister
    Hell no, I ain't finna leave my pistols
    Jokes on you and I got one too
    Wish a nigga would come through my front window
    My esé’s a heavy sender
    Middle of July I'll make it winter
    Trappin' so hard, been up two days
    It's 6 A.M. and I'm eatin' dinner
    Mile runner, tint the window
    Countin' up cash, that's my agenda
    Crammin' bricks in bumpers, fenders
    Bitch you fuckin' with a winner

    [Hook]
    Ain't got time for wishin', I ain't got time for wishin'
    And on this 30 days I'm tryna fuck like 80 bitches
    Ain't got time for wishin', ain't got time for wishin'
    30 thousand, hit the club with a lot, 80 niggas
    Ain't got time for wishin', ain't got time for wishin'
    2013 Caddy pickup truck on 30 inches
    I ain't got time for wishin', I ain't got time for wishin'
    We rolled like 80 blunts but smoked 'em all in 30 minutes

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