promise my love is truuuuuuuue Sooner or later (sooner or later) You're gonna be mine I want you forever (I can't stop now no) I wish you could love (wish you could love me) But sooner or later
I promise my love is truuuuuuuue Sooner or later (sooner or later) You're gonna be mine I want you forever (I can't stop now no) I wish you could love (wish you could love me) But sooner or later
is hotter than the earth's core When she's around nothing else matters Untouchable, she's got her own forcefield Sooner or later someone will get at her If I don't
done put P with Afficial something better in here I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been Somethin out they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't
get you shot in the head or shot in the neck If I ain't gettin' proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit in your grill I don't give a fuck
our name If you say one more thing, it won't be nice Here we go, I shoulda known I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later You little
roll this blunt for you [L-Burna] Nigga, this my life And I'm livin' the high life And I love to smoke And it really don't be right If my weed ain't
Drama King And for those of y'all that don't know I'm workin with a new artist, he goes by the name of Papoose And for those of y'all that didn't finish
creator on the fader the teachers pet Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met And sooner or later we'll have to sit Cut creator, cut the record so they don't
that kill men It's the Midwest y'all, we aimin' at all y'all We the ball til we fall or it's nothin' at all So just warm up the water, cause we Blink
[master p] Oh, y'all think it's a game, huh? Take one of mine and don't think I'm a take one of yours Huh, might take three or four of yours Lights out
[Styles P] Holiday Styles Bitch, I get you shot in the head or shot in the neck if I ain't gettin proper respect I don't care if you rap, I still spit
Y O U P P S I L O V E Y O U P P S I L O V E Y O U P P S I L O V E Y O U
on Death Row But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face and we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us You're haters, like the Gators
shitty but for show they timed it You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe You see it and start runnin but can't run all night Sooner or later
Now I don't give a fuck about ya' benz or ya light-skinned bitch I don't give a fuck who you tell you don't like this shit The fact still stand you got
