Testo Cmonnn [feat. Lay Bankz] [Pt. 2] - 5star
Testo della canzone Cmonnn [feat. Lay Bankz] [Pt. 2] (5star), tratta dall'album Cmonnn (Hit It One Time) [Pt. 2] [feat. Lay Bankz] - Single
Ayy, Lay, what you on, Lay?
What you on, bro, what you on?
Ayy, Bree, what you on, Bree?
Nothin', what you on, gang?
Here we go, hah
Rockstar, 5Star (Jersey)
Big rockstar
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah
Thinkin' that we broke, lil' boy, you can die that (die that)
Anything you want, we can buy that
New lil' Jag and the Bentley, I'ma cop that (yeah)
With a Cartier on my wrist
Know that I'm lit, they be tryna take the pic
Like come on, man, I'm flashy as –
New lil' chick and she sassy as –
And she look bad, so I bag from the rip like
Okay, he want a tip, rock him (bah)
Oh, he wanna lack? Pop him (bah)
Oh, he coppin' out? Block him
Let's go
Oh, he want the smoke? Okay (yeah)
We tell that boy to come get it, yeah
We tryna see if he with it
We tryna see if he with it
Got Lay on the jawn, she gon' get it (he know it)
Fu– all these bitches, they trippin' (fu– 'em)
Fu– all these bitches, they trippin' (fu– 'em)
Fu– all these bitches, they trippin' (nah)
This for my (this for my)
This for my (this for my)
Let's go
Walk in the party, I'm sippin' on Pepsi (yeah)
Wait, nah, I'm sippin' on Fanta
We gettin' lit, we got fans out Atlanta (out the A)
Naw, we got fans out Atlanta
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah
Chasin' the bag and you chasin' a Rollie
Keep your distance, you nig– don't know me
You cuffin' on thotties, she fu– with my homie
Did the dash in a new store Johnny
I want a jet black matte Bugatti
I don't really jank, got smoke, that's problem
Met a white girl, think her name was Molly
Get left or get right, put you niggas behind me
This for my dodie, uh
None of you, none of you know me, uh
He want a brand new homie
'Cause all of my homies smoked him (smoked him)
Pop your –, twin
Chasin' a bag, talkin' big shiit
They know the difference
Come around me, keep your distance
Come on, hit it one time
Ayy, Bree, she callin' my line
Ayy, Lay, you is my slime
Come on, we get caught for a dime
Come on
Shamone
Come on
Yeah, yeah
This for my dodie, uh
None of you, none of you know me, uh
He want a brand new homie, uh
'Cause all of my homies smoked him, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Jahsan Coles, Layia Watkins, Sybree Williams Rockeymore, Syheem Williams Rockeymore
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