Joe Nathan - Up Late paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Up Late - Joe Nathan




All them late night I was trapping
Knowing ima make it happen
Got my bread together
Told my bro to ship the package
Got some clients
Need some work
Fuck a bitch
Right off a perc
Chasing money
Never tired
Any block I'm on I'll serve
Fuck you talking
Went from paper plates
To lobster shrimp and steak
Got my shit together Boy
I could put you on today
I ain't lying
Really got it cheap
Za right off the tree
All these flavors you ain't ever see
This I guarantee
Bitch it's Joey
Smokey Bandits only
Comet get with the team
Forty landed
And got 40 more
Just waiting to be seen
Me and az
Bout to run it up
We taking everything
Me black we ain't playing games
We taxing all the weed
Thirty eight for za
Fuck you mean
That's too high
I got lows for a price
Your cheap ass
Might like
Fuck you talking all that Money
But you buying the boof
What you smoking
Ain't even the truth
Throw the blunt away
Lates night steady trapping
Tryna get it
Now I got it
Started off with nothing
Now I flood the street with product
Ain't no one put me on shit
But I could put you on bitch
I could make you all rich
Yea I could make you
Look
Focused on the paper
Like we taking a test
If you shooting better aim for the neck
Cause I'm banging it back
Stricly Biznis
Say that shit with my chest
I'm gonna get it till the date of my death
And the lay me to rest
Yea
Out to finished what I started
Bitch it's always loud when I spark it
Leave your ass retarted
Turned into a target
Cause we control the Market
Smokey bandits til the coffin
What's with all the talking
We could really put you in it
All exotics every moment
All this smoke is gonna cost ya
Only roll with bosses
Had to take a couple losses
Trees like a forest
Keep flowers like a florist
I'm just bringing more in
Feel important
Grass low for the serpent
I got frosty nugs with purp in
Super sticky and the terps hit
We really leveled up in here
Hundred plus a year
Stay hundred never fronting here
Ain't no fronts in here
All cash no consignment
Bout to run us up a mil
Said fuck it bitch we shining
We don't ever need deal
Fuck your bitches on an island
They I'm Flying out of there
All my packs be flying private
Once they land I gotta dip



Writer(s): Jonathan Morales



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