Young Thug

Young Thug - Bout Damn Time lyrics

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We came a long way and that's why I say



Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time

Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time

Bout damn time, I swear to God

God damn time, ayy



I done ran that money up, bout time

I used to stack a five, now I'm stacking dimes

I don't care if none of y'all ain't my kind

Your watch cost 5000, you wasted your time

And I'm finished, why you still at the line?

If you ain't Damu nigga, you must be blind

And I ain't turning down, turn down for what?

I'ma turn up every time, every time

Every time, every time

I cop a ten thousand pimp belt

I told the bitch she gotta suck and f**k

Ooh, in front and back and make her double nut

Wrapped up in towel, got out my cat plug

I swear to God she wetter than a tub

I supply real niggas and they show me love

I f**k three, four hoes every time I'm in club

Rap pack count, I gotta see these f**ks

Mommy wassup? No gives, I got kilos

She a cook up a [?]

I wanna be that nigga, my Denali truck stand tall

I can't even see these niggas

If I wanted to I still couldn't see these niggas



Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time

Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time

Bout damn time, I swear to God

God damn time, ayy



I came from the bottom, bout time, yeah

I know these niggas want f**k with me, bout time

I'm a footballer bitch, for a long time

Came from smoke in the cup, quite a long time, yeah



These bitches know I wanna f**k 'em all

Young Money shit

These bitches know they come round me with no drawers

(Cause what?) I'm on that horny shit

This that horny shit, I don't care, I got horns bitch

A capella now, I'ma beat your f**king clique

I might mail this shit, I won't never tell no bitch

All my bitches thin and brown, this that pretzel shit

Miss Chelle, Miss Chelle

She got bumps and rumps all over BB

I buy her CC, then I turn that shit to BeBe

I'm like feed me, feed me, feed me

I don't wanna eat ye



Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time

Bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time, bout time

Bout damn time, I swear to God

God damn time, ayy



It's bout time bitch

He ain't have nothing to say nigga

Ain't going back, nigga

I drank pints a day, bitch

Loaded, ay
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