Dom Corleo Ft Fimi Guerrero – For a Fact Lyrics

For a Fact Lyrics by Dom Corleo Ft Fimi Guerrero

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Listen, yo
Time waits for no man so I got’ stick to the program (Blah, blah)
I know for a fact there’s a nigga at home right now sittin’ down with no plans (No plans)
No heart, bare lookin’ for romance
I can’t do that ’cause I hate when they fall, man
Just know about P’s, what us? Could you show ’em, man?
And my mind on this lonely road, why nobody tryna hold hands? (Hold hands)
I walk on that stage, when I walk off, they pay me a fee (A fee, a fee, a fee)
Aye, my packs imported from Cali
The clothes that I wear, it came straight through [?], uh
She wanna love me, but she know I cheat (She know I cheat)
I’m sorry I’m just like my dad
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this shit’s in my genes

[Verse: Dom Corleo]
You put on a throwaway (Yeah)
Hit it once, she got thrown away
Yeah, I’m rockin’ the coldest chain (The coldest)
Now I’m sippin’ on the coldest drank (Sippin’ on cold)
Need the money and diamonds (Money)
I’m loving the muhfuckin’ diamonds (Loving the muhfuckin’ diamonds)
VVS, yeah, it’s timeless (Yeah)
I’m loving the way that it’s shining (Loving the way it’s shining)
Yeah, she put on a Tiffany chain
I took her to dinner, we took her away (Took her away)
Yeah, I’m tellin’ her she gotta leave, but he keep on sayin’ that she wanna stay (She wanna stay)
Yeah, I got a place to be (Hold up)
Yeah, you just get a taste of me (Hold up)
Yeah, keep up the pace with me (Keep it up)
You don’t got a lot to say to me now (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, iced up, double cross on me (Iced up, double cross)
And I’m on a flight for the night, baby, goin’ INT now (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I tell her I told her, I’ma hit you when I touch down (Yeah)
Told her, “Pull up on me, come to the spot now”
Heh, yeah, right now (Yeah)
Yeah, bustin’ it down (Yeah)
Oh, you fuck with me now? (Yeah, yeah)
You loving it now (You loving it now)

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Listen, yo
Time waits for no man so I got’ stick to the program (Blah, blah)
I know for a fact there’s a nigga at home right now sittin’ down with no plans (No plans)
No heart, bare lookin’ for romance
I can’t do that ’cause I hate when they fall, man
Just know about P’s, what us? Could you show ’em, man? (Man)
And my mind on this lonely road, why nobody tryna hold hands? (Hold hands)
I walk on that stage, when I walk off, they pay me a fee (A fee, a fee, a fee)
Aye, my packs imported from Cali
The clothes that I wear, it came straight through [?], uh
She wanna love me, but she know I cheat (She know I cheat)
I’m sorry I’m just like my dad
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this shit’s in my genes