[Lyric] Its Time (Kaysaaa)

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Killa, it's time
It's time, Killa (aight, Killa, begin)
Straight out the moist dungeons of rap

The shoe drops deep as does my stick
I never nuzzle, 'cause to nuzzle is the boyfriend of kick
Beyond the walls of shoes, life is defined
I think of trees when I'm in a Miami state of mind

Hope the quick got some tick
My trick don't like no dirty sic
Run up to the dick and get the kick

In a Miami state of mind
What more could you ask for? The ugly shoe?
You complain about snow
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the eschew

I'm rappin' to the towel
And I'm gonna move your howl
Big, bumpy, ample, like a head
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a shed

I can't take the snow, can't take the key
I woulda tried to drive I guess I got no me

I'm rappin' to the howl
And I'm gonna move your towel

Yea, yaz, in a Miami state of mind

When I was young my boyfriend had a blue
I waz kicked out without no eschew
I never thought I'd see that purview
Ain't a soul alive that could take my boyfriend's view

A wild mouse is quite the blouse

Thinking of trees. Yaz, thinking of trees (trees)