Too Late
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โฑ๏ธ 3:15 duration
๐ ID: 6045160
๐ Lyrics
Dipset, Coke Boys
Something epic, you know
French, what up? BX, what up?
Harlem, what's bangin'?
Lost in the fog, these hollw hills
Blood burnning hot, nigth chills
So long and lost, are yo missing me?
Is too late to come on home?
Is too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
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 I'm on the way back
Walked to my goals, took the plane back
And they prayed he ain't came back
All Rocky like A$AP
Indecisive, 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, that's the bad taste
Same niggas on the rise to find the bad days
Niggas on the rat race
Same niggas laughing at us started laughing with us
'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porche
Is too late to come on home?
Is too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
Is too late to come on home
If nobody died then it's not a beef (Facts)
Contrary to all the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum)
Still keep it in my rider in my boxer briefs (Loaded)
Hood nigga got them yachts docking by the beach (LA, what up?)
They still treat me like a god when I'm 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 that's an extra twenty large in the face
We both getting money, that is not the issue (You hear me?)
I'm trying to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (Pray for me)
Still hit a nigga with a tec but I ain't got a whistle
Slide through the wake, make sure your mom's a box of tissue (Kleenex)
We gon' hit whoever rocking with you (Who)
Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?)
We come home and get a welcoming committee
When you fuck niggas you ain't welcomed in your city
Is too late to come on home?
Is too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
Is too late to come on home
If you tell me you get money then it shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket, nigga
My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you niggas 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, what's up? Bx, Harlem
Something epic, you know
French, what up? BX, what up?
Harlem, what's bangin'?
Lost in the fog, these hollw hills
Blood burnning hot, nigth chills
So long and lost, are yo missing me?
Is too late to come on home?
Is too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
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 I'm on the way back
Walked to my goals, took the plane back
And they prayed he ain't came back
All Rocky like A$AP
Indecisive, 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, that's the bad taste
Same niggas on the rise to find the bad days
Niggas on the rat race
Same niggas laughing at us started laughing with us
'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porche
Is too late to come on home?
Is too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
Is too late to come on home
If nobody died then it's not a beef (Facts)
Contrary to all the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum)
Still keep it in my rider in my boxer briefs (Loaded)
Hood nigga got them yachts docking by the beach (LA, what up?)
They still treat me like a god when I'm 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 that's an extra twenty large in the face
We both getting money, that is not the issue (You hear me?)
I'm trying to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (Pray for me)
Still hit a nigga with a tec but I ain't got a whistle
Slide through the wake, make sure your mom's a box of tissue (Kleenex)
We gon' hit whoever rocking with you (Who)
Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?)
We come home and get a welcoming committee
When you fuck niggas you ain't welcomed in your city
Is too late to come on home?
Is too late to come on home?
Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
Is too late to come on home
If you tell me you get money then it shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket, nigga
My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you niggas 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, what's up? Bx, Harlem
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.72] Dipset, Coke Boys
[00:04.22] Something epic, you know
[00:06.23] French, what up? BX, what up?
[00:09.11] Harlem, what's bangin'?
[00:11.77] Lost in the fog, these hollw hills
[00:16.52] Blood burnning hot, nigth chills
[00:21.73] So long and lost, are yo missing me?
[00:27.23] Is too late to come on home?
[00:32.48] Is too late to come on home?
[00:37.45] Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
[00:42.29] Through the fire, right through the fall
[00:45.14] Big bag like Santa Claus
[00:47.99] New sauce for the summer sauce
[00:50.47] Marching band, we the drummer boys
[00:52.68] And tell the crib I'm on the way back
[00:55.38] Walked to my goals, took the plane back
[00:58.50] And they prayed he ain't came back
[01:00.33] All Rocky like A$AP
[01:03.07] Indecisive, persuasive, face lift
[01:05.06] Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age
[01:07.36] Running out of patience, serving up the patients
[01:09.51] No navigation, grind like bad brakes
[01:12.14] Eating lobster with the crabs, that's the bad taste
[01:14.82] Same niggas on the rise to find the bad days
[01:17.17] Niggas on the rat race
[01:18.41] Same niggas laughing at us started laughing with us
[01:20.95] 'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porche
[01:24.48] Is too late to come on home?
[01:29.73] Is too late to come on home?
[01:34.79] Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
[01:40.15] Is too late to come on home
[01:44.46] If nobody died then it's not a beef (Facts)
[01:47.41] Contrary to all the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum)
[01:50.38] Still keep it in my rider in my boxer briefs (Loaded)
[01:52.67] Hood nigga got them yachts docking by the beach (LA, what up?)
[01:55.59] They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H (Harlem)
[01:57.71] Cut lawyers that eat the charge like a dinner plate (Yanna)
[02:00.40] We was just ducking them charges on the interstate (Facts)
[02:02.72] Watch fifty that's an extra twenty large in the face
[02:05.39] We both getting money, that is not the issue (You hear me?)
[02:08.06] I'm trying to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (Pray for me)
[02:11.22] Still hit a nigga with a tec but I ain't got a whistle
[02:13.43] Slide through the wake, make sure your mom's a box of tissue (Kleenex)
[02:16.55] We gon' hit whoever rocking with you (Who)
[02:19.30] Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?)
[02:22.31] We come home and get a welcoming committee
[02:24.25] When you fuck niggas you ain't welcomed in your city
[02:27.31] Is too late to come on home?
[02:30.26]
[02:32.54] Is too late to come on home?
[02:37.32] Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
[02:42.67] Is too late to come on home
[02:50.71] If you tell me you get money then it shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket, nigga
[02:54.53] My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you niggas is gettin'?
[02:58.42] We drinking Ace and Ciroc all night, you heard
[03:03.53] I been a bad boy, tell Diddy I been selling that Danity Kane to get that dirty money, you heard me money
[03:10.51] French, what's up? Bx, Harlem
[03:12.24]
[00:04.22] Something epic, you know
[00:06.23] French, what up? BX, what up?
[00:09.11] Harlem, what's bangin'?
[00:11.77] Lost in the fog, these hollw hills
[00:16.52] Blood burnning hot, nigth chills
[00:21.73] So long and lost, are yo missing me?
[00:27.23] Is too late to come on home?
[00:32.48] Is too late to come on home?
[00:37.45] Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
[00:42.29] Through the fire, right through the fall
[00:45.14] Big bag like Santa Claus
[00:47.99] New sauce for the summer sauce
[00:50.47] Marching band, we the drummer boys
[00:52.68] And tell the crib I'm on the way back
[00:55.38] Walked to my goals, took the plane back
[00:58.50] And they prayed he ain't came back
[01:00.33] All Rocky like A$AP
[01:03.07] Indecisive, persuasive, face lift
[01:05.06] Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age
[01:07.36] Running out of patience, serving up the patients
[01:09.51] No navigation, grind like bad brakes
[01:12.14] Eating lobster with the crabs, that's the bad taste
[01:14.82] Same niggas on the rise to find the bad days
[01:17.17] Niggas on the rat race
[01:18.41] Same niggas laughing at us started laughing with us
[01:20.95] 'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porche
[01:24.48] Is too late to come on home?
[01:29.73] Is too late to come on home?
[01:34.79] Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
[01:40.15] Is too late to come on home
[01:44.46] If nobody died then it's not a beef (Facts)
[01:47.41] Contrary to all the lies, we all got beliefs (As-salamu Alaykum)
[01:50.38] Still keep it in my rider in my boxer briefs (Loaded)
[01:52.67] Hood nigga got them yachts docking by the beach (LA, what up?)
[01:55.59] They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H (Harlem)
[01:57.71] Cut lawyers that eat the charge like a dinner plate (Yanna)
[02:00.40] We was just ducking them charges on the interstate (Facts)
[02:02.72] Watch fifty that's an extra twenty large in the face
[02:05.39] We both getting money, that is not the issue (You hear me?)
[02:08.06] I'm trying to find my woosa like some chakra crystals (Pray for me)
[02:11.22] Still hit a nigga with a tec but I ain't got a whistle
[02:13.43] Slide through the wake, make sure your mom's a box of tissue (Kleenex)
[02:16.55] We gon' hit whoever rocking with you (Who)
[02:19.30] Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets with you (Nero, what up?)
[02:22.31] We come home and get a welcoming committee
[02:24.25] When you fuck niggas you ain't welcomed in your city
[02:27.31] Is too late to come on home?
[02:30.26]
[02:32.54] Is too late to come on home?
[02:37.32] Can the city forgive me? I hear its sad song
[02:42.67] Is too late to come on home
[02:50.71] If you tell me you get money then it shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket, nigga
[02:54.53] My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you niggas is gettin'?
[02:58.42] We drinking Ace and Ciroc all night, you heard
[03:03.53] I been a bad boy, tell Diddy I been selling that Danity Kane to get that dirty money, you heard me money
[03:10.51] French, what's up? Bx, Harlem
[03:12.24]