Time Waits 4 No Man Lyrics

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
f*ck a nigga
And that's my motto
On the rizzeal
If niggas try to flex I eat ‘em up like oatmeal
And f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ckin 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 motherf*cking 3-way ???
Leanin bodies in the trunk
Straight cold ass f*ck
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 motherf*cker 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 f*cked up
Like I'm soft
But I'm hockin up
Then that's when yo Grandpa call
Ain't no greater G than me
f*ck what you reppin
Niggas get caught without their motherf*cking weapon
Disrespecting ass holes wanna be hard
But Oh No!
If he holler let him go
f*ck that
f*ck 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
f*ck 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
Motherf*ckers

Yall can't f*ck wit it

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