Time Waits 4 No Man Songtext

Uh (Uh) What What What What....Uh It's Luni Coleone (Repeat) I let him know nigga I break him off from the yay It's Luni Coleone I ain't out for the play Time waits for no man and I preach that shit Hear the poppin off at mouth I'mma bust that lip Mista hit him quick Mista hit him quicker On the down Hop in like a gang or group house Bout to scratch ho Fuck a nigga And that's my motto On the rizzeal If niggas try to flex I eat ?em up like oatmeal And fuck a front row In the streets that's a no-no But if she got ass I'mma take her like some no-dos I use to bring beans now it's me on the table Lookie here Mama now I got my own label I'm 22 years old with a beer belly Eyes fucked in the club by gone off the smelly Been there but done did that niggas Down with the dirt Pull it out Then shoot that nigga Where it hurts [Chorus] They says time waits for no man So I got time to wait on no man I'm dumpin with the gat in my hand Track nasty on my nuts see the paper ??? I let him know it's Coleone on the fuckin gate Creep on the patna let him have it with the .38 I tell u one more gen Time waits for no man So when I'm commin I'm dumpin Bust him with the gat in my hand I hit the gas like a motherfucking 3-way ??? Leanin bodies in the trunk Straight cold ass fuck I'm the nigga with the quickest trigger Down to pull it Dump a whole click if a nigga on some bullshit It's West Coast Straight entrepreneur Lead a bitch to the bank like a fish lure And if a motherfucker dump I'mma bust him with a sawed-off Hop on him like a rabbit Dag-nabbit I've been pissed off Niggas got me fucked up Like I'm soft But I'm hockin up Then that's when yo Grandpa call Ain't no greater G than me Fuck what you reppin Niggas get caught without their motherfucking weapon Disrespecting ass holes wanna be hard But Oh No! If he holler let him go Fuck that Fuck the ho Chitty Chitty I bang blue Punk nigga I thought you knew Time waits for no man So I'm commin at you like a fool [Chorus] I wish a nigga would run up I'm quick to let him have it On a lead pistola In your ass young faggot Used to have love But now I'm out to kill people Cross game You'll be in more shit than a dung beetle This California lifestyle livin (Is no joker) I work rap and sell bomb yay (To all smokers) Hell yeah I'm proud of the life I lead Drink 40's till I throw up And choke off weed Ain't no nigga alive can put fear in this G I'm a psycho Like ??? boy put that on me It's my time to shine So I'm going for mine Fuck me and my bitch Boy this me and my .9 Out to rule the world nigga So...uh...what you gone do? It's my style bitch And I'll change it if I want to Whatever wrap it on up like a doggy bag Time waits for not a thang Put yo G's on that [Chorus] Uh Uh Uh Uh...nigga What What What What Uh It's Luni Coleone Uh Uh What What What What Motherfuckers Yall can't fuck wit it