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Dom - Slightly Late (feat. Pappy Gz) Lyrics



Dom - Slightly Late (feat. Pappy Gz) Lyrics
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Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
Yeah, this ice on my neck, aint never come cheap
Me and Bro ride in that old school Jeep
Shooting that shot, I take long range threes
Every time I pull up, you know I hit them greens
Two more shots just to make it all good
Three more bands, bussing traps in the hood
Four more fans getting mad cause I'm good
And five more lambs with molasses hoods
Ride in that whip with them Forgi wheels
Ice on my wrist, done got to real
Spending a lot of this money, this shit is real funny because I afford them bills
When I stack my pape its getting me taller I'm like Shaquille O'Neal
Rapping on beats done made me smarter, I want myself a record deal
Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
Yeah
I'm a shark in the water, I could never drown
If he posting them bowls, then we taking him down
Nigga diss on the gang, then we hunting him down
Suppressed on a stick, it ain't making no sound
Don't know what they think, they ain't taking me out
Nigga, stupid as shit, they just snaking me out
I ain't thinking straight, brodie my head in the cloud
That shit'll be right when he's stuck in the drought
Don't know how the f*ck you gon' make that shit out
Deep down, Im holdin my lil brudda proud
I be looking around, why the f*ck Dom ain't around
F*ck a mask, can't write when I'm pulling it down
They be making me happy, when they start screaming ouch,
We gon' creep Through they block and we all got a pound
Nigga, move like a shadow, we sneak through the town
I just pray that shit change, bro, stuck in a cell
When they kill my cuz, wasn't taking it well
Brodie call my phone, wasn't getting no mail
I wish i could breakout gang locked in a jail
Try and get to this money I'm in love with the smell
Then when I speak on that shit, they don't know how I feel
They know some shit, I just hope they don't tell
Try and run from the Jakes, f*ck around, join the real
Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
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Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
Yeah, this ice on my neck, aint never come cheap
Me and Bro ride in that old school Jeep
Shooting that shot, I take long range threes
Every time I pull up, you know I hit them greens
Two more shots just to make it all good
Three more bands, bussing traps in the hood
Four more fans getting mad cause I'm good
And five more lambs with molasses hoods
Ride in that whip with them Forgi wheels
Ice on my wrist, done got to real
Spending a lot of this money, this shit is real funny because I afford them bills
When I stack my pape its getting me taller I'm like Shaquille O'Neal
Rapping on beats done made me smarter, I want myself a record deal
Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
Yeah
I'm a shark in the water, I could never drown
If he posting them bowls, then we taking him down
Nigga diss on the gang, then we hunting him down
Suppressed on a stick, it ain't making no sound
Don't know what they think, they ain't taking me out
Nigga, stupid as shit, they just snaking me out
I ain't thinking straight, brodie my head in the cloud
That shit'll be right when he's stuck in the drought
Don't know how the f*ck you gon' make that shit out
Deep down, Im holdin my lil brudda proud
I be looking around, why the f*ck Dom ain't around
F*ck a mask, can't write when I'm pulling it down
They be making me happy, when they start screaming ouch,
We gon' creep Through they block and we all got a pound
Nigga, move like a shadow, we sneak through the town
I just pray that shit change, bro, stuck in a cell
When they kill my cuz, wasn't taking it well
Brodie call my phone, wasn't getting no mail
I wish i could breakout gang locked in a jail
Try and get to this money I'm in love with the smell
Then when I speak on that shit, they don't know how I feel
They know some shit, I just hope they don't tell
Try and run from the Jakes, f*ck around, join the real
Okay, I got out the way I've been moving these packs but I'm trying to get famous right now
Shit has been getting real hard, I just keep moving straight aint nobody been stopping me now
Run up the trap and I'm making this pape, I got a new chain, shit, I'm bout to drown
I was just f*cking this bitch from the front, I turn her around, now I'm going to town
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Writer: Pappy Gz, Dominic Noethiger
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Performed By: Dom
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Pappy Gz, Dominic Noethiger
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