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Taking my time Video (MV)




Performed By: Ymg leek
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Amari Southall




Ymg leek - Taking my time Lyrics
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Takin' my time with all this shit, cause I know I'ma get there
(Bitch I'm cold) bust a pack open, I thought it was Baltimore Ravens in there (Super Bowl)
Flexin' with that lil' pole, I hope that shit, there hittin there(They too bold)
All love for lil' bro, lick the paper and put a hundred in there (Envelope)
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
I push the pack like a buggy, I push it and keep rollin
Roll this shit up, if it ain't roll right, nigga, re-roll it
Know a young nigga locked up, bad temper, couldn't control it
I done heard a nigga say, nigga, be jealous, then I'm on the rollin
More than thankful to be here, this shit, I made my vision clear
Oh, you don't hear that, I can hear my chance thumpin' that shit near
I go by leek, but the way that I shine, you call me sha chandelier
Do it like Bron, gotta try my hardest to win it every year
Father like son, got a shot like pops, them niggas don't wanna come near
I ain't had nothin', so whatever I got, I'm protectin' it with this gear
I ain't seen nothin', and I'm just bein' honest, but I'm really ready for the next year
I ain't gone yet, ain't nobody even invite me, but nigga, I'm here
I been stayin' out the way, gettin' to the bank, I don't really wanna cuddle
When I'm in the Stu, roll up, backwood of the black truffles
Wakin' up alone, but I look around and see everybody in couples
Every time a nigga re-up, know I gotta go and make a double
Nigga try and tell me he got some work, he ain't even got a duffle
You might catch me at the gym with my nigga prez crunchin' on the ruffles
I was a lil' kid with a lil' money, I was savin' up for them lunchables
Then I put 2 and 2 together, gotta go and eat it if you want lunch
Funny how my head on out, ain't nothin' for them to love me a bunch
Now it ain't nothin' for them to love me a lot
Now it ain't nothin' for me to go get a drop top
Funny when you bread long, now it ain't nothin' for them to f*ck with you
Now he say he stuck with you, but is he gon' buck with you
And if not, then you need to crop him out the picture
I been takin' my time with all this shit, cause I know I'ma get there
(Bitch I'm cold)
Opened the pack and I thought it was Baltimore Ravens in there
(Super Bowl)
Flexin' with that lil' pole, I hope that shit there hittin' there
(They too bold)
All love for lil' bro lick the paper and put a hundred in there (Envelope)
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
Yeah
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
I want this shit for everybody
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Takin' my time with all this shit, cause I know I'ma get there
(Bitch I'm cold) bust a pack open, I thought it was Baltimore Ravens in there (Super Bowl)
Flexin' with that lil' pole, I hope that shit, there hittin there(They too bold)
All love for lil' bro, lick the paper and put a hundred in there (Envelope)
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
I push the pack like a buggy, I push it and keep rollin
Roll this shit up, if it ain't roll right, nigga, re-roll it
Know a young nigga locked up, bad temper, couldn't control it
I done heard a nigga say, nigga, be jealous, then I'm on the rollin
More than thankful to be here, this shit, I made my vision clear
Oh, you don't hear that, I can hear my chance thumpin' that shit near
I go by leek, but the way that I shine, you call me sha chandelier
Do it like Bron, gotta try my hardest to win it every year
Father like son, got a shot like pops, them niggas don't wanna come near
I ain't had nothin', so whatever I got, I'm protectin' it with this gear
I ain't seen nothin', and I'm just bein' honest, but I'm really ready for the next year
I ain't gone yet, ain't nobody even invite me, but nigga, I'm here
I been stayin' out the way, gettin' to the bank, I don't really wanna cuddle
When I'm in the Stu, roll up, backwood of the black truffles
Wakin' up alone, but I look around and see everybody in couples
Every time a nigga re-up, know I gotta go and make a double
Nigga try and tell me he got some work, he ain't even got a duffle
You might catch me at the gym with my nigga prez crunchin' on the ruffles
I was a lil' kid with a lil' money, I was savin' up for them lunchables
Then I put 2 and 2 together, gotta go and eat it if you want lunch
Funny how my head on out, ain't nothin' for them to love me a bunch
Now it ain't nothin' for them to love me a lot
Now it ain't nothin' for me to go get a drop top
Funny when you bread long, now it ain't nothin' for them to f*ck with you
Now he say he stuck with you, but is he gon' buck with you
And if not, then you need to crop him out the picture
I been takin' my time with all this shit, cause I know I'ma get there
(Bitch I'm cold)
Opened the pack and I thought it was Baltimore Ravens in there
(Super Bowl)
Flexin' with that lil' pole, I hope that shit there hittin' there
(They too bold)
All love for lil' bro lick the paper and put a hundred in there (Envelope)
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
Yeah
I can't hate on nobody, I want this for me, I want this for you too
I want this shit for everybody
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Writer: Amari Southall
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