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Tyler, The Creator – Ain’t Got Time (Audio 2017)

Lyrics to “Ain’t Got Time” performed by Tyler, The Creator

I ain’t got time for these ni*gas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bi*ch, lookin’ like a seminar
Who the f*ck you talkin’ to muhf*cka
Boy I ain’t got time for these bi*ches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bi*ch lookin’ for a waterhose
Who the f*ck you talking to, muhf*cka
Boy I ain’t got time

Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far.. boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First, happy birthday
You bi*ch ass ni*ga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t f*ck with you bi*ch ass in the first place

I ain’t got time for these ni*gas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bi*ch, lookin’ like a seminar
Who the f*ck you talkin’ to muhf*cka
Boy I ain’t got time for these bi*ches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bi*ch lookin’ for a waterhose
Who the f*ck you talking to, muhf*cka
Boy I ain’t got time

Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these muhf*ckas got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house ni*ga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

(Hey..)
Tick tock.. tick tock
Tick tock.. tick tock

Been the man with a pickle plan, ni*gas know the deal
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like.. woah
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans f*cked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden (Tick tock)
And that’s a fact boy
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)

Watch ya neck boys, is that them Golf boys
That’s my muthaf*ckin’ set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bi*ch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor.. Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, ni*ga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time..)
Yeah right now
‘Cause ni*gas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a ni*ga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time..)

Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little ni*gas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Tick, tock.. (bi*ch) tick, tock.. tick, tock
Hello…

➤ Album: Scum F*ck Flower Boy
Produced by Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator 2017