Lunasicc (Luni Coleone) - Hundred Spokes lyrics

CHORUS (Repeat) : If you see me on a hundred spokes It's just me and my homie's gettin blown away [Luni Coleone] Unh, well if u see me on the hundreds, it's me and my folks Luni, Coleone, boy I ain't no joke I'm at the touch of cla** kicken it, V.I.P Spittin game at your batch, Coleone got G's By the buck loads, the young homey make scratch Ridin luxury cars, fool you can't touch that Puffin OG on the highway, doin it my way Do dirt and get released, like my name was O.J All day, we roll around gettin high If you feel me young punk, throw your smoke in the sky I'm a real rapper, with some thug mentality Nina ross so my boss, don't run up on me They call me shotgun, and my game remain high Rollin down the strip, gettin lip from yo eye It's Luni Coleone, you best ask about me My barber June-Nitty and my folks J.T CHORUS [Preschool] Baby girl, look here,yo boo, what's ur name? Whisper in your ear to show you, some more game What's your thang, for me, to get close to you Oh, got a man? Happy? Well this is what your supposed to do I'm tell you girl, tryna share yo world, like Mary J Ask me late night sure-lay, I'm sure your down to play, anyway Your my little seee-cret And that's the way we keep it, when we creepin, creepin Your bout the flyest thing among us, no wonder it's summer Slide me your number, keep it on the under, in front of Yah man, goddamn, wanna take my stand, grab my hand In the fork white sand, in a beautiful land, cause I can If I had it my way, we'd be creepin Together sleepin, out for weekends, for real yo n***a know you cheatin Late night freakin, Missy he see's you, when your peakin Cause you lovin the way a brother treatin, beamin, damn CHORUS [Luni Coleone] Unh, damn preschool, let's get this cash young homey I'm down to ride, do or die, yeah it's Coleoney [Preschool] Yes, and liscous lucious, busta's can't touch us Me and lunasicc lovely, facin the world was my mustly [Luni Coleone] Dusta busta quick, we remain top dogs On some hundreds, gettin blunted, we some LG hogs [Preschool] Laced with p**nofacation, facin, incarceration Shakin undercover Haitians, in the Touch Of Cla** blazin [Luni Coleone] Yeah we makin cash, while you hatin, real fast Gettin buck, in the dust, foot all on the gas [Preschool] All on the gas? I guess i'm on the gas too Just me and you, thinkin bout the things to do, after two [Luni Coleone] Unh, boy it's all good, California, east fool National Gaurds like k**er Tay, regulatin the goods [Preschool] My only problem, is me baby mama Scent of attraction, baby been askin, have some straight drama CHORUS (repeat 4x)