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Sir Michael Rocks
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Too Late
Uh baby It's too, it's too Uh baby It's too late for you Uh baby It's too late It's too late
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pulled my cup out I just spilled my blunt goods All these bitches on er My niggas 100
But we rollin up and keep pourin it up It's too late for you but it's not for us
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pulled my cup out I just spilled my blunt goods All these bitches on er My niggas 100
Now we cornered up and keep rolling up It's too late for them but it's not for us
Like my women, like my liquor, no light go dark And still I go ride mo hard Girl I know you know me, I'm with Michael Rocks Keep it J in the middle like Michael Fox Or you're shiny too, go Socks, go Hawks Go Katie, go 10, go hard We can live lux, do a lap go kart On T for your mark, get ready go start
Uh a nigga geek'd up, look at all these D cups Uh a nigga classy, lean all in my tea cup Damn that socky sneak up Look how fast, 2 weeks up Ya'll too weak, to east too weak I'm free to freeleach weed stop Ha ha ha, chugu fast nigga Foo fool ass niggas Roy Airs like who that nigga That's a wrap and you spooked that nigga Dick hoes, they wanna juke that nigga And everybody else wanna shake you Breakin ankles with banko It's a little too late, quite frankly no thank you
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pulled my cup out I just spilled my blunt goods All these bitches on er My niggas 100
But we rollin up and keep pourin it up It's too late for you but it's not for us
I just started rolling Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I just filled my lungs up I just pulled my cup out I just spilled my blunt goods All these bitches on er My niggas 100
Now we cornered up and keep rolling up It's too late for them but it's not for us
I'm one on one with your favorite lady I'm in her house like central airs I'm in her air and between her legs I can't lick that shit if there's pimples there If it's no takes and it's nothing left I get my gold plate and my silverwear You pick up tabs and pay her bills And you take her kids to build a bare Ain't no cutting corners in the winner's circle So motherfucker you still in squares My nigga got the Loubroy, Bretton iguanas The branchy kind of playa but it's still okay And I'll dream of money when I'll fall asleep It's hundred dollar bills in the pillow case My niggas trues it gone, you gonna fill er space Who gon fill his shoes, you can't run this race Gon my money, your honey is on my case I don't want it, I hit it, that's all I take I'm on liquor, I'm leanin but I'm okay I don't kick it with niggas cause all ya'll fake I'm with my homies, my homies, my niggas, my niggas Who cannot be split up cause that's how they get us The liquor, the litter, the diamonds, the glitter All of this cheddar we tryina get rid of
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pulled my cup out I just spilled my blunt goods All these bitches on er My niggas 100
But we rollin up and keep pourin it up It's too late for you but it's not for us
I just started rolling I just filled my lungs up I just pulled my cup out I just spilled my blunt goods All these bitches on er My niggas 100
Now we cornered up but keep rolling up It's too late for them but it's not for us
Uh baby It's too, it's too Uh baby It's too late for you Uh baby It's too late It's too late
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