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young drillavelli - no time to lose كلمات أغنية

(intro: young drillavelli)
yeah… we movin’ different this year (skrrt)
ain’t no time to waste, yeah (let’s go)

(chorus: lil tjay)
i ain’t got no time to lose, f_ck that drama, i just cruise (yeah)
they be hatin’, i refuse, middle finger to them dudes (f_ck ‘em)
in my bag, i’m makin’ moves, no more sleepin’ in them shoes (nah)
told my mama, we gon’ win, can’t go back to payin’ dues (never)

(verse 1: young drillavelli)
wake up, i’m grindin’, stackin’ and signin’ (let’s get it)
used to be down bad, now i’m the one they eyein’
focused, i’m locked in, they prayin’ i stop
but i’m climbin’ these levels, i’m risin’ to top (woo)
drilla the name, i came out the flames (flames)
took all that pain and turned it to gain
no fear in my lane, i stay in control
i’m built for the heat, i’m never gon’ fold (nah)

(bridge: lil tjay)
man, f_ck all them lames, they be cappin’ online (p_ssy)
actin’ like gangsta but really just lyin’ (b_tch)
my shooters ain’t missin’, we pressin’ the line
and if you want smoke, then you next in the line (boom)
(chorus: lil tjay & young drillavelli _ ad_libs)
i ain’t got no time to lose (nah), f_ck that drama, i just cruise (skrrt)
they be hatin’, i refuse (let ’em hate), middle finger to them dudes (middle finger)
in my bag, i’m makin’ moves (we movin’), no more sleepin’ in them shoes
told my mama, we gon’ win (yeah), can’t go back to payin’ dues (never that)

(verse 2: young drillavelli)
i remember them nights, cold with no heat (facts)
now we blowin’ racks, designer on feet (drip)
came up from the mud, now i’m walkin’ elite
with a mind full of hustle and a heart that don’t cheat (real)
lessons were hard, but i needed that pressure (uh_huh)
now i’m countin’ these blessings, stackin’ the treasure (let’s go)
no slowin’ down, no lookin’ back
tunnel vision on the map (straight up)

(verse 3: lil tjay)
f_ck all that humble sh_t, i’m back on my savage (let’s go)
had to cut ties, all that fake love is baggage (f_ck ‘em)
she callin’ me toxic, i told her i manage
i’m chasin’ this bread, got no time for no baggage (nah)
i came from the dirt, now i’m up with the stars (yeah)
these rappers be sweet, they ain’t built for these scars
i’m lit like a torch and i’m gassin’ these bars
i’m breakin’ the game, they can’t handle my charge (boom)
(chorus: lil tjay & young drillavelli _ ad_libs)
i ain’t got no time to lose (nah), f_ck that drama, i just cruise (keep rollin’)
they be hatin’, i refuse (refuse), middle finger to them dudes (middle finger)
in my bag, i’m makin’ moves (on the move), no more sleepin’ in them shoes
told my mama, we gon’ win (for real), can’t go back to payin’ dues (nah)

(outro: young drillavelli)
yeah… drillavelli, lil tjay…
no time to lose… we out. (gone.)

- young drillavelli

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