笨小笨Too Late歌词由French Montana&Jim Jones演唱，出自专辑《CB5 (Explicit)》，下面是《Too Late》完整版歌词！
Too Late歌词完整版
Dipset Coke Boys
Something epic you know
French what up
BX what up
Harlem what's bangin'
Lost
There's power in w**d
You gettin' money or lookin' for me huh
Is too late to come on home
Huh
Is too late to come on home
Can I
Holla at me
I hear it's a 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
Took the plane back
And they prayed he ain't came back
All Rocky like AAP
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 n***as on the rise bad days
N***as on the rat race
Same n***as laughing at us started laughing with us
'Cause all the slammed doors turned to Lamb Porches
Is it too late to come on home
Is it too late to come on home
I hear it's a sad song
Is it too late to come on home
It's never too late to come 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 n***a got by the beach
What up
They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H
Harlem
Like a dinner plate
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 like some chakra crystals
Pray for me
Still hit a n***a 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 a*s in Houston shoot you make sure you got rockets with you
What up
When you f**k n***as you ain't welcomed in your city
Is it too late
Too late for what
To come on home
N***a when I show up late I'm right on time
Is it too late
Better late than never you heard
To come on home
I hear it's a sad song
Is it too late to come on home
Shouldn't be able to fit in your pocket n***a
My money can't fit in a bag so what type of bag you n***as 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
BM Harlem
