Music Video

Don't Waste My Time (feat. Young Thug)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyshia Cole
Keyshia Cole
Songwriter
Young Thug
Young Thug
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Lyrics

London on da Track, yeah
(London on da Track, bitch!)
Can't kick it how we kick it
(Hahahahaha)
We tell a trick to kick the rocks
I see the bullshit, I dismiss it
I done been through a lot
I done been around the block
(We got London on da Track)
Can't let you, boy, don't try nothing
Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You're blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, 'cause I don't have it for you
You're blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Ohhh, ohhhh
Ohhh, playin' with my mind
Oohhh, I can't think right
Hurry up and move, or you get snake bite
If you snooze you lose, well I might fuck your wife
You can call me Tom Cruise, I wanna wreck your life
Wreck it, red coupe, spaghetti and I check it
Oh yeah, we havin' more fun than Andreas
All white attire like I'm at a weddin'
And I just wanna be like Ox from Belly
Ohhh you push me to the rim
You know I'm your little baby
I'm stackin' bread and it's wheat like Timbs
Fuck a start, bae you know you wanna race but please
Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You're blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, 'cause I don't have it for you
You're blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Ohhh, ohhhh
Ohhh, playin' with my mind
How many times do I gotta give you
Til you realize I'm the one
I'm tired of playin' these games witcha baby, yeah
Cause you'll never realize
No one will do you like I do
Or love you like I do
And I'm so tired of the games
Trying to throw me in my game, won't let you play with my
Don't waste my time, I don't have it for you
You're blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
So don't waste my time, 'cause I don't have it for you
You're blowin' mine, playin' with my mind
Ohhh, ohhhh
Ohhh, playin' with my mind
I won't ask her for a chance cause your heart cold
These are little ****, call 'em tadpoles
You know I want that ass and mouth, so what you ask for?
I spent 150 for 200 on her dash board
Yeah, ride it fast like a Nascar
You a peasant what you stand for
I get dirty bands like a drug lord
I got lots of spots like a tiger
Written by: Keyshia Cole, Young Thug
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