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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

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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]