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Dipset, coke boys Something epic you know French what up, bx what up Harlem what’s bangin
Lost in the fog, it’s hollow here Blood runnin hot, light years Following lost, im missing me Is it too late to come on home? Is it too late to come on home? It’s safer here, I heard it’s a sad song
Through the fire right through the fog 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, walking off to my goals, took the plane back And they prayed he ain’t came back All rocky like A$AP
I’m decisive, persuasive, facelift Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age, runnin outta patience Servin up the patients, no navigation Grind like bad breaks, Eat a lobster with the crab that’s left the bad taste Same n***a’s on the roster up from the bad days, N***a’s on the rat race Same n***a’s laughin at us started laughin 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? It’s safer here, I heard it’s a sad song Is it too late to come on home?
It’s never to late too come home for a gangster, Capo!
If nobody died then it’s not a beef, Contrary to the lies, we all got beliefs Still keep it in my ride and in my boxer briefs Hood n***a got them yachts stackin by the beach, They still treat me like a God when I’m in the H Cut noise the ether, then eat the charge like a dinner plate We was just duckin them charges on the interstate, Watch 50 that’s an extra 20 large in the face We both getting money, that is not the issue Tryna find my wooster, like some chakra crystals Still hit a n***a wit a tek but I ain’t got a whistle, Slide to the way, make sure your moms got a box of tissues We gon hit whoever rockin witchu, Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets witchu We come home we get a welcoming committee When you fucking n***a’s go home you ain’t welcome in your city, but
Is it too late to come on home? (too late for what?) Is it too late to come on home? (n***a show up late I’m right on time) Is it too late to come on home? (better late than never) It’s safer here, I heard it’s a sad song Is it too late to come on home?
They told me if you get money then it shouldn’t be able to fit in your pocket n***a My money can’t fit in a bag, so what time of bag you n***a’s is gettin?
We drinkin ace and ciroc all night you heard? I been a bad boy, tell Diddy I been sellin that Danity Kane to get that dirty money You heard me money? French what’s up? BX, Harlem
Letra de Too Late
Dipset, coke boys Something epic you know French what up, bx what up Harlem what’s bangin
Lost in the fog, it’s hollow here Blood runnin hot, light years Following lost, im missing me Is it too late to come on home? Is it too late to come on home? It’s safer here, I heard it’s a sad song
Through the fire right through the fog 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, walking off to my goals, took the plane back And they prayed he ain’t came back All rocky like A$AP
I’m decisive, persuasive, facelift Top down, ageless, timeless, stone age, runnin outta patience Servin up the patients, no navigation Grind like bad breaks, Eat a lobster with the crab that’s left the bad taste Same n***a’s on the roster up from the bad days, N***a’s on the rat race Same n***a’s laughin at us started laughin 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? It’s safer here, I heard it’s a sad song Is it too late to come on home?
It’s never to late too come home for a gangster, Capo!
If nobody died then it’s not a beef, Contrary to the lies, we all got beliefs Still keep it in my ride and in my boxer briefs Hood n***a got them yachts stackin by the beach, They still treat me like a God when I’m in the H Cut noise the ether, then eat the charge like a dinner plate We was just duckin them charges on the interstate, Watch 50 that’s an extra 20 large in the face We both getting money, that is not the issue Tryna find my wooster, like some chakra crystals Still hit a n***a wit a tek but I ain’t got a whistle, Slide to the way, make sure your moms got a box of tissues We gon hit whoever rockin witchu, Catch your ass in Houston, shoot you, make sure you got rockets witchu We come home we get a welcoming committee When you fucking n***a’s go home you ain’t welcome in your city, but
Is it too late to come on home? (too late for what?) Is it too late to come on home? (n***a show up late I’m right on time) Is it too late to come on home? (better late than never) It’s safer here, I heard it’s a sad song Is it too late to come on home?
They told me if you get money then it shouldn’t be able to fit in your pocket n***a My money can’t fit in a bag, so what time of bag you n***a’s is gettin?
We drinkin ace and ciroc all night you heard? I been a bad boy, tell Diddy I been sellin that Danity Kane to get that dirty money You heard me money? French what’s up? BX, Harlem