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Mad Skillz

Genres: Hip-Hop

In Time Lyrics - Mad Skillz

(C'mon girl, I was just playin with you) 

Ah, c'mon, ah 

You would not believe, c'mon, ah 

What's goin down right now, c'mon, ah 

Holla, c'mon, ah 

You would not believe, c'mon, ah 

What's about to go down right now, c'mon, ah 

Holla, c'mon 

 

Guess who's back, it's your favorite man 

Thomas Crown, a.k.a. Timbaland 

(Freaky) 

I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van 

Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can 

Hon, whatchu know about this guy? 

I've been hittin girls back since, "Cooley High" 

Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin tonight? 

Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight 

 

Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights 

Ms. Jade have you whinin by the end of the night 

Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet 

Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks 

You heard me black? Squeaky-ass Cadillacs 

I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back 

Got Franklin on the mind, shit, I ain't gon' front 

I'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what? 

 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time 

 

I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin my jimmy chillin 

What more can I say? Top billin 

Niggaz got the feelin, I'm wack and I fell off 

Said bird is the word is Charmin and Mag's off? 

Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game? 

Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fame 

But I get 'em for they cash, smokin up all they hash 

Treat 'em like garbage, leavin 'em in the trash 

 

Mag, I wreckon you right but it's my fuckin night 

X-5, bing truck, high as a kite 

Powder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bite 

Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike 

Pay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffin 

See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin 

In time you will buy me this and that 

Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla back 

 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time 

 

Uh, c'mon ma, I seen you starin when I hit the door 

You ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yours 

I'm like Big out the Maximas and Acuras 

Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin up 

And that shit's fo'sho' 

What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go" 

You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine 

I'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time 

 

Lie for what? Never been that type of chick 

Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip 

And flip the script, send your ass home all limp 

Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp 

King Kong trips, ridin all the latest whips 

With a Corona in the holder, I'm the latest bitch 

Yup, you could call me the greatest wench 

Yup, when you fuck with the greatest clique 

 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time 

 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, ooh ooh 

Life is what you make it 

I got plenty big faces to spend on you, in time 

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