Love Later
Find love later
Gotta get this paper
Standing on my ones and two's, like motherfuck a hater
Imma major player
I'm her favorite flavor
She been low on love, I find a way to elevate her
I be in my lane
Keep safe, niggas dying every day
I'd damned if I go out same way
Know these niggas ain't getting no cake, they in the way
I got a thirty
Slide wit' a mop and do 'em dirty
I get lots of gwap, ain't got no worry
Cut my old bitch off, she wasn't worthy
She ain't deserve me
Had to curve that 'lil hoe
Seen the nerve in that hoe
Bitch we serving that dope
Putting on a show, boy them curtains a close
Niggas don't want no smoke, be cool, you nervous lil' bro
You ain't gotta cap, like you gone slide
I hear y'all raps, I hear them lies
I had to trap, until I'm tired
They ain't gimme shit, I worked for this, until I survived
So this what I advise you
Go and get some blues, before you die too
Get a casket for that acting, televise you
Pop up out a cut, it might surprise you
It might surprise you
Find love later
Gotta get this paper
Standing on my ones and two's, like motherfuck a hater
Imma major player
I'm her favorite flavor
She been low on love, I find a way to elevate her
I be in my lane
Keep safe, niggas dying every day
I'd damned if I go out same way
Know these niggas ain't getting no cake, they in the way
Gotta get this paper
Standing on my ones and two's, like motherfuck a hater
Imma major player
I'm her favorite flavor
She been low on love, I find a way to elevate her
I be in my lane
Keep safe, niggas dying every day
I'd damned if I go out same way
Know these niggas ain't getting no cake, they in the way
I got a thirty
Slide wit' a mop and do 'em dirty
I get lots of gwap, ain't got no worry
Cut my old bitch off, she wasn't worthy
She ain't deserve me
Had to curve that 'lil hoe
Seen the nerve in that hoe
Bitch we serving that dope
Putting on a show, boy them curtains a close
Niggas don't want no smoke, be cool, you nervous lil' bro
You ain't gotta cap, like you gone slide
I hear y'all raps, I hear them lies
I had to trap, until I'm tired
They ain't gimme shit, I worked for this, until I survived
So this what I advise you
Go and get some blues, before you die too
Get a casket for that acting, televise you
Pop up out a cut, it might surprise you
It might surprise you
Find love later
Gotta get this paper
Standing on my ones and two's, like motherfuck a hater
Imma major player
I'm her favorite flavor
She been low on love, I find a way to elevate her
I be in my lane
Keep safe, niggas dying every day
I'd damned if I go out same way
Know these niggas ain't getting no cake, they in the way
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Writer(s): Rodrequs Todd
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