Too Late Lyrics - Lap Of Lux 1.5 - Sir Michael Rocks

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 

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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 

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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 

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