| Look
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| I don’t follow suit
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| My backhand’s like Serena when I follow through
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| I’d end up in a ditch if I followed you
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| My focus is gettin' rich and taking care of the clique, oh shit
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| Flowers in a bed, you know where I been
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| I can name a lot friends that done came and went
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| And my emotions like «money well spent»
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| I’m a cold-hearted nigga, I don’t ever feel shit (ice cold)
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| My walls can talk, my phone is tapped
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| My heart is gold, my lungs are black
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| My accountant call, my funds intact
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| I ain’t burn no bridge, that bitch collapsed
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| Off of six stages read the Bible backwards
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| Get the money out the case and get the title after
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| No time for certain-title rappers
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| And when I laps around you niggas, we can cycle after
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| I ain’t even shine the vision on 'em
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| Had hits and I was sittin' on 'em
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| I get it daily like the vision on 'em
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| I got this spot 'cause you was slippin' on it, yeah
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| And I can never take advice from a broke nigga
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| I got plenty opportunities to show nigga
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| It’s La Fleur, have you not see the growth nigga?
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| Wake up in the morning, think about it, then I go get it, oh nigga
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| No fish around me, I’m not Long John Silver
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| 4th and long and now I gotta strong arm niggas
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| And my momma need a house in Jamaica
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| Now how I’m finna get it if I talk on Twitter?
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| Now you boys don’t work with me in the slightest
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| I just think about it then I write it
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| I pour gas and ignite it
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| I got your girls on her knees, if you seen her you would think she’s gettin'
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| knighted
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| I’m tap dancin' upon broken glass
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| My accounts open over draft
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| As I stumble out the overpass
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| They upset, everything I do
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| Tryna stop me at the net I coulda swore my name was Arthur Ashe
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| Heaven’s no destination
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| I’m playin' fetch with Satan
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| I got the world in my hands, watch me decorate it
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| I fell asleep in the trap, woke up, a blunt on my lap
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| City’s still on my back, I got this sinister vision of how I should be livin'
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| I’m no angel momma, I’ve made some wrong decisions
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| That’s why I’m stuck inside the stu' to make an honest livin'
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| My only flaw is women, can’t get it robbing, giving, nah
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| Now this the part where the plot thickens
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| Headshots 'til I drop niggas
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| On every track a whole pac' listens
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| Until it made you got a stock vision
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| Yeah the name is Cartier but that ain’t never mean that I watch niggas
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| I feel the pressure more than ever now
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| I keep tellin' myself to settle down
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| Friends askin' for a favor, they was never 'round
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| We all know my time is comin', you ain’t even gotta want to say the name, nigga
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| Cuzzi
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| Fleurever, Fleurever |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song • BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE , by - Jazz Cartier. Song from the album Fleurever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп