Pardison Fontaine, Jadakiss - Too Late lyrics
Jordan Kyle Lanier Thorp
[Pardison Fontaine, Jadakiss - Too Late lyrics]
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
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
(M-m-m) 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 (M-m-m)
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
(M-m-m) 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!
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
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
(M-m-m) 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 (M-m-m)
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
(M-m-m) 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!