F*cking ya
F*cking ya bitch
F*cking ya bitch uh
F*ck up your shit
Not give a shit
Unload a clip
Go Dumbo, I'm stupid
The Lambo look cupid
Red Rambo I do it
Bad blood over music
Mad good, over do it
I spazz and look foolish
I'm just being human
I do it on purpose
I live like I'm choosing
I choose to be blooming
Catastrophe bruises
You mad at me?
Ooh, kid
I'm laughing while I'm f*cking on your bitch
F*ck up your shit, not give a shit
Laugh at your wife and the creampie I left
Then write her a check, wish ya the best
Filled with regret
I went for her neck
She gave me some head
Off top she not best
Her top was the best
Made a mess on her chest
Them growing pains yeah
So I owe it to wreck
Don't feel yo stress
I blow sens from the chest
Got bullets n' vests
I'm so dope, I go death
Pinocchio the best
And keep stowed a low flame
Cuz these hoes got no main
Laughing at the hurt all fools
Feel with heavy chains
Bet I'm taking petty aim
Catch the heavy with a
Leady taste, as an entity
Man, I'm muh f*cking ready
Manic never was messy
I'm a muh f*cking weapon
That's a deadly definition
She told me to grow up
What haven't I become
My mistress eyes look
Nothing of the sun
Got a lil'
Time to grow
Fields to sew
Yield to hone
This my time to grow
Feeling right at home
When I'm
All alone
I don't wanna flow
I don't seek to roam
I got time to grow
But
It's my time to grow
I'm not a kid no more
It's my time to grow
My mind gets so
Price of lows
Right you knows
Fights too long
Like the songs
Pass the bongs
And all the broken windows
I don't have much time to grow
God damn, my rites were wrong
Ain't shit left to show for it
Abandoned as a youngin
Almost stunted my moment
Wanted a chauffer and clothes to look
Clothed in, closed in
Hopefully I ain't tone it
Knowing that I'll atone for it
Picked up on all ya omens
I know I ain't got time to grow
Most em plucked early anyhow
I ain't got time to grow
Champion
Of the throwouts
Its time to glow or throw pounds
We good and plenty loud
Shot the sheriff then took a bow
As the deputy ran out
Kicked the chair and laughed
As the president hung himself
Manic Crux - FYB/Time to Grow Lyrics
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F*cking ya
F*cking ya bitch
F*cking ya bitch uh
F*ck up your shit
Not give a shit
Unload a clip
Go Dumbo, I'm stupid
The Lambo look cupid
Red Rambo I do it
Bad blood over music
Mad good, over do it
I spazz and look foolish
I'm just being human
I do it on purpose
I live like I'm choosing
I choose to be blooming
Catastrophe bruises
You mad at me?
Ooh, kid
I'm laughing while I'm f*cking on your bitch
F*ck up your shit, not give a shit
Laugh at your wife and the creampie I left
Then write her a check, wish ya the best
Filled with regret
I went for her neck
She gave me some head
Off top she not best
Her top was the best
Made a mess on her chest
Them growing pains yeah
So I owe it to wreck
Don't feel yo stress
I blow sens from the chest
Got bullets n' vests
I'm so dope, I go death
Pinocchio the best
And keep stowed a low flame
Cuz these hoes got no main
Laughing at the hurt all fools
Feel with heavy chains
Bet I'm taking petty aim
Catch the heavy with a
Leady taste, as an entity
Man, I'm muh f*cking ready
Manic never was messy
I'm a muh f*cking weapon
That's a deadly definition
She told me to grow up
What haven't I become
My mistress eyes look
Nothing of the sun
Got a lil'
Time to grow
Fields to sew
Yield to hone
This my time to grow
Feeling right at home
When I'm
All alone
I don't wanna flow
I don't seek to roam
I got time to grow
But
It's my time to grow
I'm not a kid no more
It's my time to grow
My mind gets so
Price of lows
Right you knows
Fights too long
Like the songs
Pass the bongs
And all the broken windows
I don't have much time to grow
God damn, my rites were wrong
Ain't shit left to show for it
Abandoned as a youngin
Almost stunted my moment
Wanted a chauffer and clothes to look
Clothed in, closed in
Hopefully I ain't tone it
Knowing that I'll atone for it
Picked up on all ya omens
I know I ain't got time to grow
Most em plucked early anyhow
I ain't got time to grow
Champion
Of the throwouts
Its time to glow or throw pounds
We good and plenty loud
Shot the sheriff then took a bow
As the deputy ran out
Kicked the chair and laughed
As the president hung himself
F*cking ya bitch
F*cking ya bitch uh
F*ck up your shit
Not give a shit
Unload a clip
Go Dumbo, I'm stupid
The Lambo look cupid
Red Rambo I do it
Bad blood over music
Mad good, over do it
I spazz and look foolish
I'm just being human
I do it on purpose
I live like I'm choosing
I choose to be blooming
Catastrophe bruises
You mad at me?
Ooh, kid
I'm laughing while I'm f*cking on your bitch
F*ck up your shit, not give a shit
Laugh at your wife and the creampie I left
Then write her a check, wish ya the best
Filled with regret
I went for her neck
She gave me some head
Off top she not best
Her top was the best
Made a mess on her chest
Them growing pains yeah
So I owe it to wreck
Don't feel yo stress
I blow sens from the chest
Got bullets n' vests
I'm so dope, I go death
Pinocchio the best
And keep stowed a low flame
Cuz these hoes got no main
Laughing at the hurt all fools
Feel with heavy chains
Bet I'm taking petty aim
Catch the heavy with a
Leady taste, as an entity
Man, I'm muh f*cking ready
Manic never was messy
I'm a muh f*cking weapon
That's a deadly definition
She told me to grow up
What haven't I become
My mistress eyes look
Nothing of the sun
Got a lil'
Time to grow
Fields to sew
Yield to hone
This my time to grow
Feeling right at home
When I'm
All alone
I don't wanna flow
I don't seek to roam
I got time to grow
But
It's my time to grow
I'm not a kid no more
It's my time to grow
My mind gets so
Price of lows
Right you knows
Fights too long
Like the songs
Pass the bongs
And all the broken windows
I don't have much time to grow
God damn, my rites were wrong
Ain't shit left to show for it
Abandoned as a youngin
Almost stunted my moment
Wanted a chauffer and clothes to look
Clothed in, closed in
Hopefully I ain't tone it
Knowing that I'll atone for it
Picked up on all ya omens
I know I ain't got time to grow
Most em plucked early anyhow
I ain't got time to grow
Champion
Of the throwouts
Its time to glow or throw pounds
We good and plenty loud
Shot the sheriff then took a bow
As the deputy ran out
Kicked the chair and laughed
As the president hung himself
Writer: Jacob Lodge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid