Times Tables lyrics

by

Lil Tony Official


[Intro]
(Four3va the f*cking G.O.A.T)
Oh, yeah, gang, gang
What the f*ck n*ggas think this sh*t is? (Oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
I don't ask no b*tch to be my b*tch (Gang), sh*t, I just make her mine (Gang, I just make her mine)
I f*cked 'round got rich (Okay) 'cause way back when I learned my tables time (When I learned my table time)
"T, how the f*ck you do that?" (What? What?) I just live my life and make it rhyme (Make it rhyme)
Take a broke b*tch, make her shine (Make her mine)
Up a foe nick, get a dime (What a dime)
Just likе Covid, sick (Gang, gang), my dog all on the floor board, watch him slide (Make him slidе)
On some mo' sh*t, let my foe hit (Blaow), knock sh*t off like Columbine (Gang, like Columbine)
I'm like Morbid, spin like orbit (Ah), handle biz, I'm very fire (Very fire)
I peep my favorite opp' ho (Ho) on some opp' sh*t, this ho tryna slime? (Ah, ho, what the f*ck? You wasn't tryna slide?)

[Verse]
b*tch must not know what T-Key be on (Ah, what the hell?), ho, this homicide
Declare that war, next day his ass be gone (Wow), n*ggas can't survive (Can't survive)
Shawty f*ck 'round, hopped out with that chrome, brrt, that fully firin' (That fully firin')
I done went too deep inside (Deep inside), this ho talkin' 'bout, "c*m inside" (c*m inside)
I done snuck my gun inside (Wow), who done let they son inside? (Son inside)
I'm gon' let this .30 ride (.30 ride)
Can't get to my fire, I f*ck 'round slice him with a butter knife (Slice his ass)
I walk off, she like, "Ooh, he nice" (Wow, he nice)
b*tch, this sugar, this not spice (This not spice)
When I hook 'em, I'm not Mike (I'm not Mike)
b*tch, this Vasa, this not ice (This not ice)
My life awesome, pure delight (pure delight)
n*gga must think I had let that slide (Brrt), b*tch, this sh*t on sight (sh*t on sight)
I had heard that pus*y on the drive (On the drive), f*ck, let's slide tonight (Let's slide tonight)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, we done boxed him in (We done boxed him in)
Baby, bad boy done caught the gen (Caught the gen)
Damn, I miss lil' Spinny Ken (Spinny Ken), man, that was my right-hand man (My right-hand man)
Damn, I miss my favorite eater (My favorite eater), man, that was my right-hand fan (My right-hand fan)
We throw bullets, Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
Beat on drums just like a band (Like a band)
Hit this switch fast as I can (As I can, brrt), get this b*tch mad as I can (As I can, brrt)
Went to Tango, he ain't dance (He ain't dance)
Know I can't go, we ain't friends (We ain't friends)
Like Django, I spin bend (I spin bend)
I been tryna get right with the Lord (Brrt, I can't get right), but all I know is sin (All I know is sin)
Open doors, they ain't tryna let me in (Let me in)
[Chorus]
I don't ask no b*tch to be my b*tch, sh*t, I just make her mine (I just make a ho mine)
I f*cked 'round got rich 'cause way back when (Wow) I learned my tables time (When I learned my table time)
"T, how the f*ck you do that?" (Ow, f*ck it) I just live my life and make it rhyme (I make it—, wait, what does that say?)
Take a broke b*tch, make her shine (Make her shine)
Up a foe nick, get a dime (Up a foe nick, get a dime)
Just like Covid, sick (Get a dime), my dog all on the floor board, watch him slide (Make him slide)
On some mo' sh*t, let my foe hit (Mo' sh*t, mo' sh*t), knock sh*t off like Columbine (Like Columbine)
I'm like Morbid (Morbid), spin like orbit (Orbit), handle biz, I'm very fire (I'm very fire)
I peep my favorite opp' ho (Opp' ho) on some opp' sh*t (Opp' sh*t), this ho tryna slime? (She tryna slide?)
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