Juice WRLD – Don’t Got Time Lyrics

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[Intro]
Hit-Boy
Max Lord look like “Oh, it’s one of those”
Look foe, Max look
Huh, uh
I’ma just kick back and sip my tea nigga
Hot tea

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Verse 1]
Shawty got, gimme that
Double up, ayy
Wockhardts, Qualitest
Double my cup, ayy
Pass me the Sprite and you die
I’ve said that multiple times
Double my gun, 007
I’ve shot him multiple times
Don’t love a bitch, fuck her then dip
I made her walk
Told her be like ASAP Rocky with it, bitch, walk please walk
Please don’t talk
Bitch I’m a dog I’ma bite I don’t bark
If yo bitch got water tell your bitch I’m a shark
Got the iron on me I feel like Tony Stark
Fly nigga I feel like Bonaparte
Designer on me but this shit ain’t no panda
I drop a 4 of heaven in the Fanta
Nina on my lap I’m feelin’ like Santa
Shittin’ on my enemies got no manners
I got that Percocet 30 [?]
No misunderstanding if you not understanding
540, no scope, I Black Ops 2 blam him
Shit ain’t a joke, I’ma go shoot a random

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Verse 2]
I should go buy the Bahamas
Give an AK to my mama (Okay)
Go smoke a blunt with Obama (Ayy)
Until I feel dead like Osama (Okay)
I know robbers they leave you forgotten (Uh)
Up in the ocean swimming like you Bin Laden
I’m freestylin’ all them murders you [?]
Shoot the ammo out, pick it up, put it in my pocket, yeah
My choppa shoot so fast
You thought he knew ebonics
Your shorty went so fast
I nicknamed her Sonic
[?] demonic
Sippin’ chronic, smokin’ chronic
Tote chronics, shooting chronic
Come through get some of this chronic (Okay)
I’ve just been livin’ so fast
Pour me a four to slow down in here
Codeine cowboy getting cash
Robbery rodeos everywhere
Live everyday like my last one
Like what day my last one
Everyday I’m on the cash hunt
Buckle up let’s have a blast, hon

[Chorus]
I’m sick and tired of the hoes on my line
I’ma Tony Hawk a song, ’cause I’m on my grind
Bitch I transform up in that ghost, Optimus Prime
And these hoes always do the most, tryna rob my mind
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time
Don’t got time
I don’t got time
Don’t got time (Don’t got time)
Tick tock, don’t got time, hey

[Outro]
Ayy, okay

Juice WRLD – Armed & Dangerous Lyrics

[Intro]
Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun ’em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig
999 shit (Ayy)

[Chorus]
When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? Skrr)

[Verse 1]
Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Ayy, ayy
Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? Look)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr)