Come On Now - TSU Terry, Kay L.A. & M-AK

Come on now Come on, let the music get you movin' Let 'em see that you're not losin' See the clock, it's gettin' late now Get you coat and fix your face So come on now (baby come on now) Well come on now Well it's getting late and we better go (It's getting late and we better go) Come on now Come on now while we still got time Come on, baby, the sun is shinin' Put your coat on and stop your whinin' Oh, baby, oh it's all right So come on now (baby come on now) Well come on now Well it's getting late and we better go (It's getting late and we better go) Come on now Come on now honey and let me see Just how much you do for me I'm not waiting all night long You told me to love you and that's all wrong So come on now (baby come on now) Well come on now Well it's getting late and we better go (It's getting late and we better go)

Parked the foreign in a handicap Get a ticket, pay that shit Spend that money Make that shit I was in Broward county Late as shit What's the tab Chains on, feel like fab Make her feel this wrath Make her catch a cab Imma go my path Imma roll my half I don't like to kick it Nigga come on now I don't like to kick it In my pockets bitches I spin her no fidget And my chips got ridges Speedin' over bridges Need that crispy chicken For my ugly days I do pretty spendin' For I don't feel like did Diddy gettin' kitty in your city Foenem got my 50 if you got a problem with me All this power feel like 50 you want me nigga come and get me You can call me Sosa Cannon Lion got them drummers with me Filet mignon Cheese, nachos I need combos Too much, I know 100s, 50s Gimme You hear me You so silly Run up the millis Parked the foreign in a handicap Get a ticket, pay that shit Spend that money Make that shit I was in Broward county Late as shit What's the tab Chains on, feel like fab Make her feelings rev Make her catch a cab Imma go my path Imma roll my half I don't like to kick it Nigga come on now Fucking with me They gon bring them hemis Hollow tips, cracking all your chips All my dogs fighting like I'm Michael Vick Got a condo in Atlanta, where I fuck my bitch Fuck my bitch Where I fuck your bitch Thirty six diamonds shine like MJ's pants And my gang be off the wall but I don't wear no vans Get your mans 'fore I cut off his hands I got hoes in every city Gotta wool for every season I leave all my bitches fiending Coz I leave that pussy leaking Got a big Bentley and a G Wagon fuck your Jeep Bitch I'm finally rich like that nigga Chief Keef Parked the foreign in a handicap Get a ticket, pay that shit Spend that money Make that shit I was in Broward county Late as shit What's the tab Chains on, feel like fab Make her feelings rev Make her catch a cab Imma go my path Imma roll my half I don't like to kick it Nigga come on now