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pardison fontaine - too late lyrics

[intro]
yeah, drums and the b-ss, wind up with me, sing the mothaf-cker

[chorus]
n-ggas wanna slow me down, it’s too mo’f-ckin’ late
n-ggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate
i’ma stunt, i’ma ball in their mo’f-ckin’ face
this ain’t me, this is god, this is mo’f-ckin’ fate
all these diamonds that i sprinkled in the mo’f-ckin’ 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 n-gga, need a tool in a safe
run this whole f-ckin’ city on my mo’f-ckin’ pace
run this whole f-ckin’ city on my mo’f-ckin’ —

[verse 1]
i don’t wanna be a dog, but these hoes want me to dog (hoo)
don’t know what she do [with/at charles? 0:38], she come here and take it off
ain’t no phones in the crib, hand ’em over, turn ’em off
taking pics by my wall, man, these broads got some b-lls
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, tip her pose, then i tell her, “nevermind,”
might be bad, but she ain’t good, and i know these hoes be lyin’
n-ggas’ feelings gettin’ hurt, i just pray they nevermind
n-ggas’ n-ggas gettin’ hurt, i just pray it wasn’t slime
let a n-gga cross me once, it won’t be a second time
graveyard full of n-ggas that done tried to slow me down
yeah, in the whip yeah, look, yuh

[pre-chorus]
said i went from aux cord to billboard in the same year
used to hoop, didn’t go to school, in the same day
nappy headed, no haircut, n-gga, 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

[chorus]
n-ggas wanna slow me down, it’s too mo’f-ckin’ late
n-ggas wanna book me now, 25 is the rate (ayy)
i’ma stunt, i’ma ball in their mo’f-ckin’ face
this ain’t me, this is god, this is mo’f-ckin’ fate
all these diamonds that i sprinkled in the mo’f-ckin’ 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 n-gga, need a tool in a safe
run this whole f-ckin’ city on my mo’f-ckin’ pace
run this whole f-ckin’ city on my mo’f-ckin’ —

[verse 2: jadakiss]
ha, ha!
i be smokin’ woods with the shooters (yeah), grabba with the stabbers (uh-huh)
who got all the money? (who?) who b-tches 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)
n-ggas 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 b-tch on a leash ’cause i ain’t tryna train her (naw)
we gon’ do a [greezy? 2:32] (yup), you gon’ try to claim her (posse)
it’s too late, haha!

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