Time Flies lyrics

[Intro]
(Deggzy sur la prod')
(M1OnTheBeat)
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[Verse 1]
Time flies, havin' fun with foreign badeens, gotta make gyal edit their rota
This b*tch gotta be back to work on a weekday but she loves UK culture
Phoned up Slawn like, "Spray up my suitcase, bro, come take my Rimowa"
And if I ain't got my right hand shooter abroad, I'll boot on my own darg
Bang these shells on the opps, call it "nutribullet", the mandem ain't tryna bulk up
Sloane street, man swipe my card like poker
Bought my Insta'-chick a new digital camera 'cah my ex ting wan' closure
f*ck it, pattern your pic's then send me a pic', I won't tell no one
Shoot this big batty ting like a supеr car, I'll control the Rover
Lemmе rev out this whip then boss up
This OnlyFans-gyal don't give a f*ck about man, she loves exposure
Now, this bad breed listens to Sukihana, her uck-game ain't mediocre
I don't fight but in the bedroom I'll choke her

[Chorus]
She's a baddie for me in private but she on badness for me in public
We still duck from police, f*ck Trident
Like MC Hammer, "Can't touch this"
Mum knows that the streets too violent, homegirl hold on my glee, that's tug sh*t
Opp-boys hate how I move like a silent tug in the streets but the gyaldem love it
I make gyal f*ck without cuffin'
Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag
Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags
Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)
Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags
Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag
Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags
Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)
Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags
[Verse 2]
Want a babe but I still gotta chase that bag, by myself I been doin' up numbers
See, this new suitcase got stickers wit' colors
Which country should man go 'round the world and explore wit' my bruddas?
Rockin' Vanson Leathers, House of Errors, all for the fashion lovers
She a baddie for me in private when she go under the covers
Fake tits and a pierce on her tongue, I know she a uckers (Yuck, yuck)
sh*t, then this badeena's brainin' me off, nearly got a concussion
Mad, got clocked 'cah my iPhone bait, now my yard ting cussin' (Tch, huh)
Ring phone drip, call this trap phone "fashion", is my chain tucked in, no?
I'm known but I'm still unknown (Mhm)
These new plates peng but don't give a f*ck about me, they glorify hoes
Been flyin' abroad, been sellin' out shows
Got flashy cars when we on the road
I love her sparkly heels and her all-white toes

[Chorus]
She's a baddie for me in private but she on badness for me in public
We still duck from police, f*ck Trident
Like MC Hammer, "Can't touch this"
Mum knows that the streets too violent, homegirl hold on my glee, that's tug sh*t
Opp-boys hate how I move like a silent tug in the streets but the gyaldem love it
I make gyal f*ck without cuffin'
Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag
Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags
Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)
Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags
Listen, chuck my dough to the bank but I still got racks in my Rimowa bag
Listen, fly all around wit' the mandem and we got matchin' Rimowa bags
Listen, bring out the Porsche, no way can she hop in a cab (Mhm)
Used to see black 'n' white when I lag, now I see all types of Rimowa bags