Lundon Vogue - Aiyaiyai

Bro just copped the stainless
He bout to let it go
How you hate but still be playin' this
Up on your playlist
Ridin' down 75 doing 125 like it ain't dangerous
I'm made for It
Every time we fuck she always trying to label it
Two people in this world
You either got it or you pay for it
She wanna pick and choose
She already knew I'm 'gon be major rich
Imma go as far as my vision go and I got several
Way too much ice on my neck and wrist
I just might catch a cold

What's the scenario?
Don't even skate no more
Still making' them tre's flip like an aerial
Get better bro
ATL boy put bankroll in my stereo
Way I'm killing this
I make them say ooo like my name Terio
Yuh
Add it up Add it up Add it up
No subtracting
Money make me complete
Pussy and tree got me relaxin'
I got the beam pulling up to the scene ready for action
And she cannot fit her jeans
I swear that shawty got the wagon oh

I know I'll land on my own
I got a hand full of stones
On a side note
Life is a cycle I just came back a disciple

Bro just copped the stainless
He bout to let it go
How you hate but still be playin' this
On your playlist?
Riding down 75 doing 125 like it ain't dangerous
I'm made for It
Every time we fuck she always trying to label it

Look out for the federal
Off too many psychedelicals
Life can get too psychedelical
It's never fiction I can grab a pen and paint a picture
Yeah
The flow interchanging
Never staying' complacent
If she not gon' top she gettin replaced then
Better that than me raging just saying
Bitch you out the door before I said to go
Never losing focus ZayTG up on the Adderall
Say it ain't so I've been told
Every day's full of highs and lows
I suppose I should be admired
Niggas tryna bite my flow
Better slow your fucking role Jimbo
Got your bitch tits and pussy pics on my camera roll
And I got the ice Aiyee
Stop all the fake interactions
Call them a hat trick 'cus they lie in threes
I know something bout attachment
Me and the cash been latched like siamese
She wanna come back to the pad
I can tell by the way she eyeing me

Jackpot feeling like I can't miss why would I settle for
Psyked out
I'm in the clouds
When I come down I'll let you know

Bro just copped the stainless
He bout to let it go
How you hate but still be playin' this
On your playlist?
Riding down 75 doing 125 like it ain't dangerous
I'm made for It
Every time we fuck she always trying to label it

Written by:
Lundon McClamb

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