It’s My Time - Lul Timm/Quando Rondo.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Timothy Leeks
[00:00.438] 作曲 : Timothy Leeks
[00:00.876][Hook: Quando Rondo & Lul Timm]
[00:25.747]I swear to god, I risked it all for that paper
[00:29.059]I watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
[00:32.529]Everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
[00:35.596]It hurt my heart, I lost my dawg by the Lakers
[00:38.850]And ever since that date, I swear that we been spinnin'
[00:41.977]'Til the ****in' day, I lay 'em in the trenches
[00:45.198]I'm just tryna make a play, not talkin' scrimmage
[00:47.937]Red Rum, all a nigga know is killing
[00:51.172]Most wanted dope boy, too expensive
[00:54.423]Brand new Rollie 41, Glock with extension
[00:57.516]Lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
[01:00.136]C-cash out in designer stores, I'm rockin' Fendi
[01:03.625]Before I walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
[01:06.692]Stick to the code, that's all I know, until I'm finished
[01:09.851]Hustlin' hard, we sellin' dope, life in the trenches
[01:13.158]All the whoadie really want is a few million
[01:15.221]
[01:15.368][Verse: Lul Timm]
[01:16.211]My mama told me "Don't you worry, son"
[01:18.998]33rd, my corner always posted with that .30 on me
[01:20.985]Early birds come get the worm, so I be up like early morning
[01:24.172]Clean as hell, no dish detergent
[01:27.289]Lil Ralle invented murder
[01:27.556]If you scared, then go to church, 'cause in the trap, we tryna get a birdie
[01:30.373]I'm sippin' Red, while paranoid, clutchin' my strap, that's 'cause my vision blurry
[01:33.053]I made a choice ot get these racks, that's off the flap, ain't got no ****in' worries
[01:36.189]All for her took 50 racks, I walked in Saks and buy Givenchy purses
[01:39.425]
[01:39.799][Hook: Quando Rondo & Lul Timm]
[01:40.011]I swear to god, I risked it all for that paper
[01:43.713]I watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
[01:46.798]Everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
[01:50.086]It hurt my heart, I lost my dawg by the Lakers
[01:53.501]And ever since that date, I swear that we been spinnin'
[01:56.209]'Til the ****in' day, I lay 'em in the trenches
[01:59.572]I'm just tryna make a play, not talkin' scrimmage
[02:02.619]Red Rum, all a nigga know is killing
[02:05.844]Most wanted dope boy, too expensive
[02:09.151]Brand new Rollie 41, Glock with extension
[02:12.206]Lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
[02:15.233]C-cash out in designer stores, I'm rockin' Fendi
[02:18.234]Before I walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
[02:21.245]Stick to the code, that's all I know, until I'm finished
[02:24.433]Hustlin' hard, we sellin' dope, life in the trenches
[02:27.515]All the whoadie really want is a few million

文本歌词

作词 : Timothy Leeks
作曲 : Timothy Leeks
I swear to god, I risked it all for that paper
I watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
Everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
It hurt my heart, I lost my dawg by the Lakers
And ever since that date, I swear that we been spinnin'
'Til the ****in' day, I lay 'em in the trenches
I'm just tryna make a play, not talkin' scrimmage
Red Rum, all a nigga know is killing
Most wanted dope boy, too expensive
Brand new Rollie 41, Glock with extension
Lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
C-cash out in designer stores, I'm rockin' Fendi
Before I walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
Stick to the code, that's all I know, until I'm finished
Hustlin' hard, we sellin' dope, life in the trenches
All the whoadie really want is a few million

My mama told me "Don't you worry, son"
33rd, my corner always posted with that .30 on me
Early birds come get the worm, so I be up like early morning
Clean as hell, no dish detergent
Lil Ralle invented murder
If you scared, then go to church, 'cause in the trap, we tryna get a birdie
I'm sippin' Red, while paranoid, clutchin' my strap, that's 'cause my vision blurry
I made a choice ot get these racks, that's off the flap, ain't got no ****in' worries
All for her took 50 racks, I walked in Saks and buy Givenchy purses

I swear to god, I risked it all for that paper
I watched the ones, that say they love me, turn to haters
Everytime they call my phone, they need a favor
It hurt my heart, I lost my dawg by the Lakers
And ever since that date, I swear that we been spinnin'
'Til the ****in' day, I lay 'em in the trenches
I'm just tryna make a play, not talkin' scrimmage
Red Rum, all a nigga know is killing
Most wanted dope boy, too expensive
Brand new Rollie 41, Glock with extension
Lil whoadie jump from off the porch, without his pistol
C-cash out in designer stores, I'm rockin' Fendi
Before I walk from out the door, my mama kiss me
Stick to the code, that's all I know, until I'm finished
Hustlin' hard, we sellin' dope, life in the trenches
All the whoadie really want is a few million