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timex ticker - andre nickatina lyrics

man i spit my game at a mile a minute
i got a dope -ss watch with no diamonds in it
i like to sway back and fourth like a jesus piece
and i’m harlem nights ready like della reese
what you tell that freak? it’s a quarter to 8
i’m at tad’s takin down this t-bone steak
i’m from the b-a-y a-r-e-a
fillmoe, god-khan, nicky, andre
i probably said it before/ yo, squares beware
that debonair, savoir faire in the air
i got air forces 1s god, i keep em untied
i’m married to the game, never see the bride
you look into my eyes it got the color of a sticker
they get a little bloodshot when i hit liquor
my timex ticker is tickin’
it keep me up nights i can’t help but listen
i bust with destruction, at any little function
you can say something, i don’t wanna hear nothing
keep it all coming, guns keep gunnin’
the crack game changed but dope fiends h-t the oven

my life line’s in the picture frame
a lost soul tryna find home again
yo my billy holliday characteristics
pushes me towards the dope that i have to get with
my timex is the ticker
it’s like a track meet, girl you gotta get quicker
gotta get quicker, gotta get quicker
gotta get quicker

- andre nickatina lyrics

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