Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Minute, artist - BlueBucksClanDate of issue: 25.03.2021
Song language: English
Last Minute |
| V12, yeah I chose to go fast in it |
| Tinted up, bet I got something bad in it |
| Prada store, I go crazy like I’m mad in it |
| I can have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute |
| Hanging with them lame ass niggas I can’t bear with |
| I’ll stuff four grams in my wood, I don’t tear shit |
| Top of the mountain, big cabin, feel the air hit |
| Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks |
| Everywhere I go bitches asking who I’m there with |
| Whatchu mean who I’m with, bitch you too nosy |
| Run around the lobby like my brother first name Cody |
| Fuck it, run around the lobby like Mr. Moseby |
| Made another open nigga, I don’t even wear Oakleys |
| Ride around with a ski mask like my name’s Stokely |
| Niggas tryna give me game, but you can’t coach me |
| Ride round on some bad grades like I didn’t study |
| Got to dial all regardless, I don’t need buddies |
| Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy |
| Closed the curtains in the double R, it got too sunny |
| Let these little niggas know what’s up like I’m Bugs Bunny |
| Lotta blues and I still count it, it’s that blood money |
| Told her if she love me gotta suck it till her nose runny |
| Dropped so many lines in this cup, damn I’m so clumsy |
| Said them VVS’s but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy |
| Twelve hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody |
| I been out cheating all day, hey I’m home honey |
| Yeah she kinda bad but I told her, it’s the throat for me |
| In the A with Yachty, yeah I told em bring a boat for me |
| Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me |
| Thirty two hundred dollar jacket, it got cold for me |
| Real stepper, I got coins on my toes |
| Bout to try being faithful, I got bored with these hoes |
| I ain’t got to book the gear with these ho’s |
| I won’t let her spend the night, how you live with that hoe? |
| I ain’t got a shit to give to these hoes |
| Make her leave in the same dress she came in |
| Everybody love me, they love me just like Raymond |
| Talk just like a shaman |
| Cartiers not no Raybans, bitch |
| Claiming that they real but they whole body fake |
| Woke up to the thickest bitches, let me be your prada bae |
| You can fuck, you can suck, I can’t take you on no date |
| All my bitches mad about my other hoes, I need a break |
| Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt I went Bape |
| Niggas clout chasing, pillow talking hoes, that shit gay |
| YSL, they gone walk me through the back, better not play |
| I’m in Prada, they keep yelling «Welcome back» like I’m Ma$e |