London Jae - Temple Run lyrics

[Intro] Yeah London Jae don't hold back on these n***as Hood rich b**h Take off on these n***as Ayy big what's popping bro Slim (chuckle) Nephew's birthday today [Verse 1] All that playing go get you k**ed n***a Got a potato on that nine f** around and get pilled n***a I don't really know about y'all but i'm on Light switch, and to these hoes i'm big dog And I ball like this Rest in Peace quick nick i miss ya These n***as acting like they so official when I know they unofficial artificial a** n***a wanna play with me When I see em in the street they ain't got sh** to say to me Six shots a new revolver like the cater B And ima serve a n***a a** like a waiter B I'm London Jae let's get the business straight p**y n***a acting like he ain't heard of me That's your b**h lil n***a I talk crazy cause i'm rich lil n***a I walk crazy check ma hip lil n***a They f-ing ain't have me [?] peel a n***a potato like a chip 200 for a line got the syrup when you have an accountant baby you gotta make them strips I ain't having no kinda neighbors to send over the tip Damn they got themself some flip flop This some king sh** I mean this Boy coming home that's why I dream it Forty for the line I swear i'm phening And I don't trust a f**ing soul I got ma reason And ima do whatever there to get a knock up on a milli Got em talking on ma back these n***as know i'm finna k** it With a n***a in the city I ain't going back and forth with y'all monkey a** b**hes all For real I used to think about a lot a sh** Now i think it all Sound crazy don't it But it's real [Verse 2] Money over b**hes all I do is chase the riches And all you do is make excuses Sitting low on that new sh** so exclusive Black and white Panamera looking like a painted bell Mula the mall swinging like a hammer nail And i'm like Oh lord oh lord Please don't shoot this n***a boy you know they got them camera's out here Cannon full of ammo I swear Camo full of money I swear This ain't like a mof**a I don't know a mof**a badder n***a just don't get the wrong idea [?] gotta make it ma business to get ma cake up Cruising around the city like i'm the mayor I'm a head coach n***a you a player Running through the city with the slab Hard armando stones in my [?] James Bond cologne on my style She gon f** a n***a on the first night I ain't lying Picture me losing picture the coupe with no roof I be cruising Picture your b**h in the pa**enger seat of my sh** She gon ride like a holocaust sub on the dick she the sh** Don't know why you so upset Playing get one on the chest Spraying the [?] no roof in the summer no sweat I'm coming this summer i'm next I'm running though hunnid and fifties and twenties You pissed you can't live like how i'm living I'm winning i'm winning i'm winning i'm winning I'm winning i'm winning i'm winning i'm winning I'm winning i'm winning i'm winning i'm winning [Outro] DJ Swampizzle , DJ Scream You welcome London Jae, Better late than never