| Niggas wanna slow me down, it’s too mo’fuckin' late
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| Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
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| I’ma stunt, I’ma ball in their mo’fuckin' face
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| This ain’t me, this is God, this is mo’fuckin' fate
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| All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo’fuckin' face
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| Had the dirty Converse, they ain’t wanna conversate
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| I’ve been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
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| All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
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| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin' pace
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| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin'—
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| I don’t wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo)
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| Don’t know what she do with y’all, she come here and take it off
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| Ain’t no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off
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| Takin' pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls
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| Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happen all the time
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| Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find
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| Drop down stripper poles, then I tell her, «Nevermind,»
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| Might be bad but she ain’t good, and I know these hoes be lyin'
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| Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they never mine
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| Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn’t slime
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| Let a nigga cross me once, it won’t be a second time
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| Graveyard full of niggas that done tried to slow me down
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| Yeah, in the whip, yeah, look, yuh
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| Said I went from aux cord to Billboard in the same year
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| Used to hoop then go to school in the same gear
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| Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain’t care
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| Seein' Iraq on the news, it’s the same here
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| Wish the chalk could see what’s in my heart, lotta pain there
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| Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain’t playin' fair, blah
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| Niggas wanna slow me down, it’s too mo’fuckin' late
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| Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy)
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| I’ma stunt, I’ma ball in their mo’fuckin' face
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| This ain’t me, this is God, this is mo’fuckin' fate
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| All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo’fuckin' face
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| Had the dirty Converse, they ain’t wanna conversate
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| I’ve been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate
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| All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe
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| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin' pace
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| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin'—
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| Ha, ha!
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| I be smokin' woods with the shooters (Yeah), grabba with the stabbers (Uh-huh)
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| Who got all the money? |
| (Who?) Who bitches is badder? |
| (Who?)
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| I be gettin' to it (Mmm), I ain’t with the chatter (Naw)
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| 'Cause if you got a family, none of that don’t matter
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| Got the city on my back (That's right), shoulders startin' to hurt (Mmm)
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| Niggas only come around 'cause they know I got the work (Haha)
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| I don’t throw 'em under the bus, I throw 'em in the dirt (Yup)
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| That’s how you make it hurt (Mmm), I show 'em what I’m worth
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| I’m a certified gainer (Jada), lawyer on retainer (Uh)
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| You call him a hitman, I call him the painter (Woo)
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| Bad bitch on a leash 'cause I ain’t tryna train her (Naw)
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| We gon' do her greasy (Yup), you gon' try to claim her
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| It’s too late, haha! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Too Late , by - Pardison Fontaine. Song from the album UNDER8ED, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп