Review

November, 07th 2016

Almost three and a half minutes of rap, which cannot be called as remarkable. Yes, it does have something dynamic, thanks to the looped music, but infinitely dull repetition on the beginning of the same words is boring, and then there go the standard things of this direction – girls are referred as chicks, dissatisfaction with the outside world, the boringly endless toughness and other paraphernalia. And somebody scream in the background that really kills musicality. Reference: Krept and Konan - Wikipedia

Don't Waste My Time lyrics - Krept & Konan

Krept & Konan "Creed" soundtrack

Don't Waste My Time Song Lyrics

[Hook: Konan]

If she ain't f**king, she got to go

Tell her 'don't waste my time'

Police want to stop me, search my clothes

Tell em 'don't waste my time'

If it ain't money I ain't involved

Tell em 'don't waste my time'

Wasteman waffling down my phone

Tell em 'don’t waste my time' (nah nah nah)

Tell em don’t waste my time (kaboom)

Tell em don’t waste my time (oh yeah)

Tell em don’t waste my time (nah)

Tell em don’t waste my time (nah nah nah)

Tell em don’t waste my time (kaboom)

Tell em don’t waste my time (behave)

Tell em don’t waste my time (da)

Tell em don’t waste my time (nah nah nah)

[Verse 1: Krept]

Pray to the Lord nigga

In this cold world, I’m a born sinner

We pour liquor

Girl come Hova, it’s all jigga

Chicks wanna holla, can't be my baby mama

Cos I don’t need that drama

Unless she Rihanna

Most of you arseholes are bummy

I'll pop her cherry now she calling me Papi

She asking me what’s on my body

Versace, Versace, Versace (Lord)

Been that guy since Oxide Neutrino (man)

Bound 4 da, Bound 4 da reload (damn)

Dickhead's as big as my ego (bam)

Man will give her the D on the d low

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Konan]

Pretty girl on my left

Pretty girl on my right

South side of that river

Tell em don’t waste my time (kaboom)

Troubz rolled up and he’s buzzing

Screaming out if they ain’t with us then f**k 'em

Excuse my French, I ain’t worried 'bout nothin'

"Nigga I ain’t worried bout nothin', haaan"

Gig shows, stacking dough

VIP lounge full of ratchet hoes

Them boys talking bout trapping O’s

f**k boys probably still jacking phones

Roll up in my AJ slippers

Wanna fire? Hit 'em first, yeah I Ray J niggas

No chase, no chase till I taste straight liquor

Got my kids in her mouth, That’s a play date nigga

[Hook]

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