- French Montana Too Late 歌詞
- Jim Jones French Montana
Dipset, Coke Boys
Something epic, you know?
French, what up? BX, what up?
Harlem, whats bangin?
Lost in the fog, these hollow hills (Haha )
Blood running hot (Its power in we), night chills
So long and lost (You gettin money or lookin funny, huh?
Are you missing me? (Huh?)
Is it too late to come on home? (Huh?)
Is it too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive? (Holla at me, uh) I hear its a sad song
Uh, through the fire, right through the fall
Big bag like Santa Claus
New sauce for the summer sauce
Marching band, we the drummer boys
And tell the crib Im on the way back
Though walked to my goals, took the plane back
And they prayed he aint came back
All Rocky like A$AP
Un-decisive, persuasive, face lift
Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age
Running out of patience, serving up the patients
No navigation, grind like bad brakes
Eating lobster with the crabs, thats the bad taste
Same n1ggas on the rise still from the bad days
N1ggas on the rat race
Same n1ggas laughing at us started laughing with us
Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb, Porsches
Is it too late to come on home?
Is it too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive? I hear its a sad song
Is it too late to come on home?
(Its never too late to come home for a gangsta, uh, Capo )
If nobody died, then its not a beef (Facts)
Contrary to the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum)
I still keep it in my ride or in my boxer briefs (Loaded)
Hood n1gga got them yachts docking by the beach (LA, what up?)
They still treat me like a god when Im in the H (Harlem)
Cut lawyers that eat the charge like a dinner plate (Yanna)
We was just ducking them charges on the interstate (Facts)
Watch fifty, thats an extra twenty large in the face (Bust it down)
We both getting money, that is not the issue (You hear me?)
Im trying to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (Pray for me)
Still hit a n1gga with a TEC but I aint got a whistle
Slide to the wake, make sure your moms get a box of tissue (Kleenex)
We gon hit whoever rocking with you (Who)
Catch your a-ss in Houston, shoot you
Make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?)
We come home, we get a welcoming committee
When you fxxk n1ggas go home
You aint welcome in your city (N1gga)
Is it too late (Too late for what?)
To come on home? (N1gga, when I show up late, Im right on time)
Is it too late to come on home? (Better late than never, ya heard?)
Can the city forgive? I hear its a sad song
Is it too late to come on home?
They tell me if you get money
Then it shouldnt be able to fit in your pocket, n1gga
My money cant fit in a bag so what type of bag you n1ggas is gettin?
We drinking Ace and Ciroc all night, you heard?
I been a bad boy
Tell Diddy I been selling that Danity Kane to get that dirty money
You heard me, money?
French, whats up? BX, Harlem
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