Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Late, artist - Pardison Fontaine. Album song UNDER8ED, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Too Late |
| Niggas wanna slow me down, it’s too mo’fuckin' late |
| Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate |
| I’ma stunt, I’ma ball in their mo’fuckin' face |
| This ain’t me, this is God, this is mo’fuckin' fate |
| All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo’fuckin' face |
| Had the dirty Converse, they ain’t wanna conversate |
| I’ve been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate |
| All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe |
| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin' pace |
| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin'— |
| I don’t wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (Hoo) |
| Don’t know what she do with y’all, she come here and take it off |
| Ain’t no phones in the crib, hand 'em over, turn 'em off |
| Takin' pics by my wall, man, these broads got some balls |
| Get your paws off my cars 'cause it happen all the time |
| Gotta pay the shooters, girl, 'cause the help is hard to find |
| Drop down stripper poles, then I tell her, «Nevermind,» |
| Might be bad but she ain’t good, and I know these hoes be lyin' |
| Niggas' feelings gettin' hurt, I just pray they never mine |
| Niggas' niggas gettin' hurt, I just pray it wasn’t slime |
| Let a nigga cross me once, it won’t be a second time |
| Graveyard full of niggas that done tried to slow me down |
| Yeah, in the whip, yeah, look, yuh |
| Said I went from aux cord to Billboard in the same year |
| Used to hoop then go to school in the same gear |
| Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain’t care |
| Seein' Iraq on the news, it’s the same here |
| Wish the chalk could see what’s in my heart, lotta pain there |
| Ferris wheel, merry-go-round, I ain’t playin' fair, blah |
| Niggas wanna slow me down, it’s too mo’fuckin' late |
| Niggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (Ayy) |
| I’ma stunt, I’ma ball in their mo’fuckin' face |
| This ain’t me, this is God, this is mo’fuckin' fate |
| All these diamonds that I sprinkled in the mo’fuckin' face |
| Had the dirty Converse, they ain’t wanna conversate |
| I’ve been plottin' on a crib, need a pool and a gate |
| All this jewelry on a nigga, need a tool in a safe |
| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin' pace |
| Run this whole fuckin' city, I’m on mo’fuckin'— |
| Ha, ha! |
| I be smokin' woods with the shooters (Yeah), grabba with the stabbers (Uh-huh) |
| Who got all the money? |
| (Who?) Who bitches is badder? |
| (Who?) |
| I be gettin' to it (Mmm), I ain’t with the chatter (Naw) |
| 'Cause if you got a family, none of that don’t matter |
| Got the city on my back (That's right), shoulders startin' to hurt (Mmm) |
| Niggas only come around 'cause they know I got the work (Haha) |
| I don’t throw 'em under the bus, I throw 'em in the dirt (Yup) |
| That’s how you make it hurt (Mmm), I show 'em what I’m worth |
| I’m a certified gainer (Jada), lawyer on retainer (Uh) |
| You call him a hitman, I call him the painter (Woo) |
| Bad bitch on a leash 'cause I ain’t tryna train her (Naw) |
| We gon' do her greasy (Yup), you gon' try to claim her |
| It’s too late, haha! |