Time Bomb Lyrics - Prof

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 

Feeling good, feeling good at the liquor store 

Spend my money on these bottles, bouta take them all 

What I'm bouta get into I'll never know 

So many plans, so many plants, I got several 

A-Town, got cash, ate well, all of that 

Feeling good, already knew it, I'm about to get into it 

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Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy 

Bad bad young man though, get 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! 

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 

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 

Photos 

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 problems, this is fatal baby, cuz you a time bomb baby 

A-Town, got cash, ate well, all of that 

Feeling good, already knew it, I'm about to get into it 

Bad bad boy, bad bad boy, um are you mad mad boy 

Bad bad young man though, get ready to get your plans cancelled