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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 [?] 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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