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Too Late Lyrics - Artist : Pardison Fontaine
[Pardison Fontaine:]
Yeah, drums and the bass, wind up with me, sing the mothafucker 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 on my mo'fuckin' pace Run this whole fuckin' city on my 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 nevermind 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, didn't go to school, in the same gear Nappy headed, no haircut, nigga, I ain't care Seein' I rap on the news, it's the same hair 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 on my mo'fuckin' pace Run this whole fuckin' city on my mo'fuckin' — [Jadakiss:] 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! |
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