CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Last Minute
D12, y'all chose to go fast in it
Turn it up, bet I got somethin' bad in it
(Ten11)
Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it
I could have a lot of b*t*hes pull up at the last minute
Hangin' with them lame ass n***as, I can't bear with it
I stole four grams in my wood, I don't tear sh*t
Top of the mountain, big cappin', feel the air hit
Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks
Everywhere I go, b*t*hes askin' who I'm there with
What you mean who I'm with? b*t*h, you too nosey
Runnin' 'round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody
f**k it, runnin' 'round the lobby like Mr. Moseby
Made another Oakland, n***a, I don't even wear Oakleys
Ridin' 'round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley
n***as tryna get in the gang, but you can't cost me
Ridin' 'round on some bad grades like I didn't study
Gotta die alone with regardless, I don't need buddies
n***as used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy
Closin' curtains in the double R, it got too sunny
Let these lil' n***as know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny
'Lotta blues, and I'm still countin', this that blood money
Told her if she love me, gotta suck it 'til her nose runny
Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I'm so clumsy
Said them VVS's, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy?
Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody
I been out cheatin' all day, hey, I'm home, honey
Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, "Its' the throat for me."
NIA with Yachty, yeah, I told him, "Bring a boat for me"
Got a lot of gas, make a bad b*t*h roll for me
Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me
Real stepper, I got corns on my top
After tryin' to be faithful, I got bored with these ho's
I ain't gotta break the deal with these ho's
I won't let her spend a night, how you live with that ho?
I ain't gotta shut the deal to these ho's
Make her leave her in the same dress she came in
Everybody love me, they love me like Raymond
Talked like a Shaman
Cartier, it's not a Ray-Ban's, b*t*h
Claimin' that they real, but they whole body fake (It's Fake)
Walk up to the thickest b*t*hes, let me be your pradabae (Your pradabae)
You can f**k, you can suck, I can't take you on no date (Take you on no date)
All my b*t*hes mad about my other ho's, I need a break (I need a break)
Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape)
n***as clout chasin' pillow talk to ho's, that sh*t gay (That sh*t gay)
YSL, they gon' 'em walk through the back, better not play (Better not play)
I'm a product, they keep yellin', "Welcome back!" Like I'm mace (Like I'm mace)
Haha
Us, b*t*h
Turn it up, bet I got somethin' bad in it
(Ten11)
Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it
I could have a lot of b*t*hes pull up at the last minute
Hangin' with them lame ass n***as, I can't bear with it
I stole four grams in my wood, I don't tear sh*t
Top of the mountain, big cappin', feel the air hit
Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks
Everywhere I go, b*t*hes askin' who I'm there with
What you mean who I'm with? b*t*h, you too nosey
Runnin' 'round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody
f**k it, runnin' 'round the lobby like Mr. Moseby
Made another Oakland, n***a, I don't even wear Oakleys
Ridin' 'round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley
n***as tryna get in the gang, but you can't cost me
Ridin' 'round on some bad grades like I didn't study
Gotta die alone with regardless, I don't need buddies
n***as used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy
Closin' curtains in the double R, it got too sunny
Let these lil' n***as know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny
'Lotta blues, and I'm still countin', this that blood money
Told her if she love me, gotta suck it 'til her nose runny
Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I'm so clumsy
Said them VVS's, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy?
Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody
I been out cheatin' all day, hey, I'm home, honey
Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, "Its' the throat for me."
NIA with Yachty, yeah, I told him, "Bring a boat for me"
Got a lot of gas, make a bad b*t*h roll for me
Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me
Real stepper, I got corns on my top
After tryin' to be faithful, I got bored with these ho's
I ain't gotta break the deal with these ho's
I won't let her spend a night, how you live with that ho?
I ain't gotta shut the deal to these ho's
Make her leave her in the same dress she came in
Everybody love me, they love me like Raymond
Talked like a Shaman
Cartier, it's not a Ray-Ban's, b*t*h
Claimin' that they real, but they whole body fake (It's Fake)
Walk up to the thickest b*t*hes, let me be your pradabae (Your pradabae)
You can f**k, you can suck, I can't take you on no date (Take you on no date)
All my b*t*hes mad about my other ho's, I need a break (I need a break)
Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape)
n***as clout chasin' pillow talk to ho's, that sh*t gay (That sh*t gay)
YSL, they gon' 'em walk through the back, better not play (Better not play)
I'm a product, they keep yellin', "Welcome back!" Like I'm mace (Like I'm mace)
Haha
Us, b*t*h
