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In Time

This song is by Timbaland & Magoo, features Ms. Jade and Skillz and appears on the album Indecent Proposal (2001).

(C'mon girl, I was just playin' with you)

Ah - c'mon, ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's goin' down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla! C'mon ah
You would not believe - c'mon, ah
What's about to go down right now - c'mon, ah
Holla, c'mon...

Guess who's back it's your favorite man
Thomas Crown, a.k.a. (freaky) Timbaland
I keep 'em twelve deep in the full motion van
Mamis betta not speak unless I say they can
Hon - whatchu know about this guy?
I've been hittin girls back since "Cooley High"
Groovy right, whatch'all girls doin' tonight?
Bumble bee let's hum right on this flight

Hum on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights
Ms. Jade have you whinin by the end of the night
Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and saw off they necks
You heard me black? Squeaky-ass Cadillacs
I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Got Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' front
I'm a number one sinner, what-wha-wha-what?

Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you-ooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you, in time

I'll be yo' penicillin, keepin' my jimmy chillin'
What more can I say? Top billin
Niggaz got the feelin' I'm wack and I fell off
Said bird is the word is Charmin and Mag's off?
Don't y'all see I ain't new to this game?
Got hoes in each town wanna swoon me for fame
But I get 'em for they cash, smokin' up all they hash
Treat 'em like garbage, leavin' 'em in the trash

Mag I wreckon you right, but it's my fuckin' night
X-5, bing truck, high as a kite
Powder be white, Ms. Jade, powerful bite
Pet niggaz make they asses ride the back of my bike
Pay for nuts and want for nada, I ain't bluffin
See me in the back of the club, steadily puffin
In time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile motherfucker betta holla back

Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you-ooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you, in time

Uh, c'mon ma, I seen you starin' when I hit the door
You ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yours
I'm like Big out the Maximas and Acuras
Trust me sweets butt-cheeks I be smackin UP!
... And that shit's fo'sho'
What I really wanna say is, "Getcha coat, let's go"
You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine
I'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time

Lie for what? Never been that type of chick
Rubber band around the wrist, be the type to grip
And flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp
King Kong trips, ridin' all the latest whips
With a Corona in the holder I'm the latest bitch
Yup - you could call me the greatest wench
Yup - when you fuck with the greatest clique

Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you-ooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you, in time

Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you-ooh-ooh
Life, is, what you make it
I got plenty big faces... to spend on you, in time

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