Everybody Late Lyrics - Diggy Simmons

Y'all better catch up right now 

Before y'all all get left out (yea... get em!) 

Jet Setters general 

Eatin' these niggas-cannibal 

Eat em like they got ham on em 

Literally go ham on em 

I'm an animal, snappin just like a camera 

Give me a minute Imma mop up these rappers up like janitor 

Didn't know? You know now 

This is how it goes down 

You a clown. I got more niggas than you do in your town 

Take a chance. I did. 

A nigga put his hands on me 

And that'll be the last thing he do 

Atlantic, filling up my planner 

Getting ready to have the whole world in a panic 

Imma get it. New York City know I put it down 

Tell Amare Stoudemire I said welcome to my house 

Here we go. I'm fly when I'm fly 

Don't matter what I wear when I'm on that G5 

And I don't even try cuz it's in my design 

And I know that deep down that you pray on my demise 

Diggy! 

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Chorus 

See me coming, everybody wait 

I'll be , I'll be on that early 

Everybody late 

See me coming, everybody wait 

I'll be I'll be on early 

Everybody late 

Get it poppin. Get it, get it poppin 

Get it poppin. Get it, get it poppin 

Get it poppin. Get it, get it poppin 

Get it poppin. Get it, get it poppin 

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Verse 2 

You ain't rockin thos 

Red and guacamol 

Gucci slippers when I'm chillin in Galapagos 

Yeah I'm on a boat, somewhere in Pacific coast 

Just updated my status 

I ain't need no post 

Acting hard, when you a male Ke$ha 

Hot steppin in your Sketchers 

You a square, L-7 

Put the L up to your heaven 

Raise your 11s to the heavens 

Make a promise you won't be a lame in 2011, ha! 

I'm the real deal, you a make shift 

Holiday, you only get busy on occasions 

I'm a problem. You not in the equation 

A little nigga hungry, got munchies but I aint blazin 

From stages to stages 

20 thou for an hour that's a basic 

I'm still on with the squad that I came with 

The only Mohican left; the last of the greatest. 

Chorus