Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Now or Never, artist - Da$h. Date of issue: 03.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Now or Never |
| Yeah So, Yeah So |
| Keep me in 17 More |
| I don’t know where it’s going, any time |
| Now or Never, fuck what’s later |
| Have you ever fucked up paper |
| Life a jungle, couldn’t tame us |
| Momma tried, but couldn’t save us |
| Now or Never, the fuck is later |
| Have you ever fucked up paper |
| Drug related, gang related |
| Momma tried, couldn’t save us |
| Still just a nigga from that 2−0-UNO |
| You ain’t heard about my set, bitch what the fuck do you know |
| One fifty what it be when I was in that two door |
| No license, riding, we kicking like it was judo |
| You know, yeah, so |
| I ain’t a simple man, I’m into sinful things |
| I get to pulling at mental strings |
| You looking for freaks to bring |
| I’m hoping that you ain’t possess |
| It’s that I be excessive, I just thought I should mention |
| I ain’t the one you should question |
| If you talk a lil less it would learn you a lesson |
| I’m never lacking, thought you knew it |
| Say he thugging, nigga here your chance to prove it |
| Peak in Heaven, life can’t fade me |
| 90's baby, grimy, brazy, 'til they come and pay me, pay me |
| Now or Never, fuck what’s later |
| Have you ever fucked up paper |
| Life a jungle, couldn’t tame us |
| Momma tried, but couldn’t save us |
| Now or Never, the fuck is later |
| Have you ever fucked up paper |
| Drug related, gang related |
| Momma tried, couldn’t save us |
| It’s Mr. State-To-State and rocking shit |
| Continent to continent |
| Pop him if he popping shit |
| No gun, then we hopping shit |
| Better call the doctor bitch |
| Said it then I did it too |
| Trouble then a physical |
| Count up my residuals, yeah |
| Don’t try and be me, it’s difficult |
| This shit is chess it ain’t checkers |
| Just tryna fuck me a check up |
| Fuck on your bitch and I left her |
| Cannot explain it, I’m living different |
| Amber Alert to my mind, it’s missing |
| Nose on the strap look like Scotty Pippen |
| Wifey so dirty like Kathy Griffin |
| I’m never lacking, thought you knew it |
| Say he thugging, nigga here your chance to prove it |
| Peak in Heaven, life can’t fade me |
| 90's baby, grimy, brazy, 'til they come and pay me, pay me |