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15 Minutes Lyrics

(Chorus)
Pocket full of magnums, bitches on my phone
She say she ain't had none and she all alone
Knockin at 'cha door, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme 15 minutes, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme blunts, you ain't grab none you passing by the store
I got a baggie of that afghan if you tryna blow

Knockin at 'cha door, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme 15 minutes I'll be knockin atcha door...

(Verse 1)
You thirsty and you starving, whatchu have for dinner?
Why you out here snitching? Oh, you think you think you Master Splinter?
I like to smoke the weed and drink the drink until I'm slizzard
Girls with eyes that's chinky like to lick me like a lizard
Bitches wanna kick it like a turtle that's a ninja
Don't walk up in my circle unless it's purple in that swisher
You falling and you can't get up like urkle, that's your n***a
I'm friends with all the killers, they will merc you for they n***a
I'm alot of n***as ticket out the hood
So is Million Dolla Mano and my n***a Hollywood
Gzus Piece on the piano and that's me on the tambourine
And Lee majorz on the damn machine gun, don't start shit there won't be none
I'm just enjoying freedom, smoking dope sippin riesling
Poking hoes in your region, I'm in Chicago freakin!
Shout out to Hyde Park, that's where a lot of freaks is
Shout out to Humboldt, viva la puerto ricans
(Chorus)
Pocket full of magnums, bitches on my phone
She say she ain't had none and she all alone
Knockin at 'cha door, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme 15 minutes, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme blunts, you ain't grab none you passing by the store
I got a baggie of that afghan if you tryna blow
Knockin at 'cha door, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme 15 minutes I'll be knockin atcha door...

(Verse 2)
I got the munchies bitch, I'm starving lets go grab some lunch
My kush look like all berries, my weed man is captain Crunch
Puff pass, pass puff, all I do is pass the blunt
You popped a molly? that's what's up
Just dont pass that shit to us

I put ashes in your cup, I got assassins in the cut
That will blast bitches up, ashes ashes dust to dust
Face down ass up cause, her face is wack as fuck
But below her waist look at her butt, so I had to say what's up
My name's mic, this is dick
I lay pipe, I do tricks
Magic stick voodoo dick
My dick famous, google it
It's got its own Wikipedia
Illest nigga in the media
Girlfriends wanna freak me up, boyfriends wanna beat me up
Somebody please give me a fuck, cause I ain't got none give
Live life like I only got one to live
Grind hard cause a n***a got a couple kids
Outside blowing loud like fuck pigs, minimum wage-making moppin up some shit
Be a gangster rapper, fuck a gig
Our parents fucked us, fuck it kids ..
(Chorus)
Pocket full of magnums, bitches on my phone
She say she ain't had none and she all alone
Knockin at 'cha door, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme 15 minutes, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme blunts, you ain't grab none you passing by the store
I got a baggie of that afghan if you tryna blow
Knockin at 'cha door, I'll be knocking at 'cha door
Gimme 15 minutes I'll be knockin atcha door...

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Release Date
December 10, 2013
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