Time Bomb Lyrics

Prof

Pookie Baby

Lyrics to Time Bomb
That's how I'm feeling
I'm at the top of my game you know what the deal is (yah!)
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors (okay!)
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy? (okay!)
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!

Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store (okay!)
Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all (alright!)
What I'm bouta get into I'll never know
So many plans, so many plants, I got several

ATM, (check) got the cash, (check) ate well, (check) all of that (check)
Feeling good, (check) already knew it, (check) I'm about (check) to get into it (check)
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, (what?) be ready to have your plans cancelled

Are you rolling with me? It's so dangerous in this city. Your mom wouldn't like me, your papa or your uncle either
Each his nieces dime pieces
I'm such a wascally wabbit
Have been treated for diseases
It's not my bad that I have it, no!

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time
What the fuck?

Ooooohhh
I can't bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I'll light this muthafuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
[x2]

Boogie-woogie
Fully buzzed up up in my hoodie
I stay getting pussy
Chocolate and vanilla pudding
I'm young Doogie Howser
Young pookie is king of Powderhorn
I'm getting stupid, can't possibly be better looking

Oooooh baby
What you do to me must be some good Voodoo baby
When solo ooh you look just like a photo baby
I can't say no, it's a problem, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby

ATM, (check) got the cash, (check) ate well, (check) all of that (check)
Feeling good, (check) already knew it, (check) I'm about (check) to get into it (check)
Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy
Bad bad young man though, be ready to have your plans cancelled

That's how I'm feeling
I'm at the top of my game you know what the deal is
Somebody order up me some more fucking mirrors
So fresh, so clean, how come this is so fucking easy?
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh!

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, time bomb, time bomb time
What the fuck?

Ooooohhh
I can't bring myself to follow the rules
Come with me if you want to get on the news
Hold tight, I'll light this muthafuckin' fuse
Chickaboom, chickaboom
[x2]

Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'
Are we?
Bouncin', bouncin', uh
Are we?
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'
Are we?
Bouncin'
What the fuck is this,? Man, my phone's on
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