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Comeon Lyrics - Artist : Lancey Foux
Ha, ha-ha-ha (Woo)
Ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha
Come on (Chyeah)
Come on
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Turn me up Bally

I'm uppin' the speed, come on
Fleein' the scene, come on
She tryna leave, come on
Left with the Gs, come on
Smokin' the Z', come on
Sippin' the tea, come on
Jet overseas, come on
Countin' the P', come on
Got a lil' dough, come on
Makin' her soak, come on
You wanna bag for nothin'
You gotta hold my gun
Baby, let's go, come on
Hand on the pole, come on
Lettin' it go, come on
Lettin' it blow, come on

Rockin' Berluti, I'm makin' a purchase, I feel like I'm Al Capone
I sent the baddie to Hatton to pick up my jewelry and smashed her soul
Got a good price on the oyster perpetual, I'm makin' a call
No new baddies, I got a good collection, I'm keepin' it cool
Havin' my way, I'm a real perfectionist, leave me alone
Caught a little flame and she wanna get sexual, heat of the moment
I figured the game, and I'm reapin' the benefits, slowly-slowly
I'm trippin' again, got a tablet, medicine, I'm in my zone
Ha, uh, come on
Ha, uh, come on
Smooth criminal, takin' a baddie right off your arm, come on
Might be the money, it might be the look or it might be the charm, come on
Might the fact we got all of the guns, don't show no harm, comeon
Hey

I'm uppin' the speed, come on
Fleein' the scene, come on
She tryna leave, come on
Left with the Gs, come on
Smokin' the Z', come on
Sippin' the tea, come on
Jet overseas, come on
Countin' the P', come on
Call a lil' dough, come on
Makin' her soak, come on
You wanna bag for nothin'
You gotta hold my gun
Baby, let's go, come on
Hand on the pole, come on
Lettin' it go, come on
Lettin' it blow, come on

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