Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lately, artist - Fetty Wap. Date of issue: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lately |
| Party, Wap, haha |
| RGF the island |
| Lately I been on the road |
| Workin' hard, I been gone |
| I know you’re lonely at home |
| No time to hit your phone |
| But you know girl, soon as I touch |
| I’ma take it slow, I won’t rush |
| Dirty thoughts in my cup |
| Don’t think that I’m not missin' you |
| Don’t think that I don’t visit you in the depths of my mind |
| Don’t think that I’m not here |
| Don’t think that I don’t care |
| Don’t think that I’m just out here to let hoes get my time |
| Girl you know you got it sewed, sewed up |
| When the money made I’m comin' home, straight up |
| Just said «Hi» on your phone, damn |
| You my queen and nobody can change that but you, you |
| Where your piece, what’s come through? |
| come through |
| Don’t want nobody else but you, damn |
| I’ma lick you twice for every second that we miss, damn |
| I got things to do and girl you first up on my list, damn |
| I don’t have much time but I’ma spend it all with you, damn |
| Don’t make me look stupid cause I hate to play the fool |
| Cause when I find some time, when I find the time |
| When I find some time, when I find the time |
| I’ma spend it all on you, damn |
| I’ma spend it all on you, yeah yeah, yeah yeaaah |
| Lately I been on the road |
| Workin' hard, I been gone |
| I know you’re lonely at home |
| No time to hit your phone |
| But you know girl, soon as I touch |
| I’ma take it slow, I won’t rush |
| Dirty thoughts in my cup |
| Don’t think that I’m not missin' you |
| Don’t think that I don’t visit you in the depths of my mind |
| Don’t think that I’m not here |
| Don’t think that I don’t care |
| Don’t think that I’m just out here to let hoes get my time |
| Zoovier, damn, ayy |
| Don’t think that I don’t want you |
| I think that I’m just different |
| I’m just gettin' this cash |
| Give you a tour, I’m tryna tour you |
| Explore your body, show me the secret island |
| I ain’t actin', I’ma eat it up til it’s gone |
| Have you leakin', drippin', walk in my zone, ayy |
| First you gon' pay me them bands, ayy |
| Now we just stackin' them bands, ayy |
| I’m gon' spend this cash with you, baby |
| I’m gon' make it splash on you, baby |
| But Zoovie car ain’t have no roof, baby |
| And you know what that Zoovie do, baby |
| Swear to God that its just you and me, baby |
| Let me show you why I make the Zoo, baby |
| Lately I been on the road |
| Workin' hard, I been gone |
| I know you’re lonely at home |
| No time to hit your phone |
| But you know girl, soon as I touch |
| I’ma take it slow, I won’t rush |
| Dirty thoughts in my cup |
| Don’t think that I’m not missin' you |
| Don’t think that I don’t visit you in the depths of my mind |
| Don’t think that I’m not here |
| Don’t think that I don’t care |
| Don’t think that I’m just out here to let hoes get my time |