Lil Tecca - BAD TIME (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Lil Tecca - BAD TIME (en) Lyrics
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Know I wanted you but
that was past-tense
Done had a lot of hoes
just off my accent
Carry my chopper, shawty, she a savage
Got a sum for you 'cause
you ain't average
I be on gas fuel, take me out of here
Delusional, think I got
it 'cause I imagine it
Fashion shit, yeah, I mix
it, I ain't matchin' it
She an addict, but I'd rather
say she passionate
Huh, is this a bad time? Remember
what happened last time
You better off being satisfied, we
doin' the same shit every time
I hit you when you were
just baitin', so what?
You hit me when I was
so faded, so what?
Said fuck everything 'cause
I'm jaded, so what?
I did all this shit and
ain't takin' no luck
A lil' part of my life, fell
in love with them drugs
Not takin' shit back, I
love who I'm becoming
Fuck that shit, shawty,
we could be nothing
A bag when I'm in Saudi,
coppin' some dumb shit
Only want ten out of tens in the spot
Only want ten out of tens,
where your thot?
Quarter-milli', that's on this Richard
pocket watch (Woah, woah, woah)
Still flexin' on niggas 'cause
I know they watch
I wouldn't lie to you, yeah, ayy
Know I been tired of you here, ayy
You been too all in my hair, hey
You been too all in my ear, ayy
You crashin' out over a treesh, ayy
I don't even know how to steer, ayy
But I don't know what to believe
And I don't even know how to care
Check my phone, now the
ho say she miss me
Smokin' this gas got me feelin' risky
When it come to a freak,
I ain't even picky
Just off this fit, turn
her to a pick me
I stay with my twin, Mordecai
and Rigby (Oh my)
You worried 'bout Tec,
I give a nigga fifty
What a broke nigga always got?
That's somethin' to say, but
none of them niggas with me
Been blockin' weirdos,
I feel like I'm Wemby
Know she don't want Louis,
she want that new Fendi
Can't open the texts in
the public no more
Ain't no way to predict, like,
what she gon' send me?
I'm not even doin' the talkin' no more
I don't even think that they
really gon' get me
If I'm not getting' richer,
it do not concern me
'Cause every day I feel
like that billi' ready
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