TOMORROW Songtext
von LNDN DRGS
TOMORROW Songtext
G-get money, stack it up
Tomorrow lil′ momma won't you back it up
Pussy ass nigga why you actin′ tough?
You already wanted with a gang of bloods
Now I'm on with the juice, yeah doussy
Hit the club for the D, pussy move, ayy
Won't fall for the top like a toupee
Get money, gettin′ paper like a loose lay
Black top with the stars, it′s a new wave
Throwin' up in the club on a tuesday
Snap the bitch on the blade if she choose, ayy
5K, that′s the fee if she choose me
No more criminal school like a 2A
She feelin' Cartier G, she a groupie
Yeah she the finest lil′ bitch that I ever see
Cartier frames, they play with my ATC
Don't put me off ′til tomorrow
For when we get it done today
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow
Tell me that you want to stay
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
White body, black top, this the new coop
Silly Goobie take the pee-pee in a poop-shute
Billy wear leather, hit it with the woop-woop
Freddie can′t pull up in the former, on the hula-hoops
Subaru, niggas act familiar like they knew the crew
I can never hit her I just miss her if she threw the coup
I been grippin′ bitches gettin' titties that′s the usual
Freddie can't pull up in the former, on the hula-hoops
Woop, hella Chevy got it crawlin′ kitty
50 karats, BVS and niggas dope with it
Got 'em whippin′ in the kitchen with my old chicken
Make ya soda, get my phone in it
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow
For when we get it done today
Don′t put me off ′til tomorrow
Tell me that you want to stay
Tomorrow lil′ momma won't you back it up
Pussy ass nigga why you actin′ tough?
You already wanted with a gang of bloods
Now I'm on with the juice, yeah doussy
Hit the club for the D, pussy move, ayy
Won't fall for the top like a toupee
Get money, gettin′ paper like a loose lay
Black top with the stars, it′s a new wave
Throwin' up in the club on a tuesday
Snap the bitch on the blade if she choose, ayy
5K, that′s the fee if she choose me
No more criminal school like a 2A
She feelin' Cartier G, she a groupie
Yeah she the finest lil′ bitch that I ever see
Cartier frames, they play with my ATC
Don't put me off ′til tomorrow
For when we get it done today
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow
Tell me that you want to stay
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
White body, black top, this the new coop
Silly Goobie take the pee-pee in a poop-shute
Billy wear leather, hit it with the woop-woop
Freddie can′t pull up in the former, on the hula-hoops
Subaru, niggas act familiar like they knew the crew
I can never hit her I just miss her if she threw the coup
I been grippin′ bitches gettin' titties that′s the usual
Freddie can't pull up in the former, on the hula-hoops
Woop, hella Chevy got it crawlin′ kitty
50 karats, BVS and niggas dope with it
Got 'em whippin′ in the kitchen with my old chicken
Make ya soda, get my phone in it
Don't put me off 'til tomorrow
For when we get it done today
Don′t put me off ′til tomorrow
Tell me that you want to stay
Writer(s): James Jeffery Sidhoo, Sean House, Fredrick Jamel Tipton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com