Lyrics Temple Run - London Jae

Temple Run

Yeah
London Jae don’t hold back on these niggas
Hood rich bitch
Take off on these niggas
Ayy big what’s popping bro
Slim
(chuckle)
Nephew’s birthday today
All that playing go get you killed nigga
Got a potato on that nine fuck around and get pilled nigga
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 niggas acting like they so official when I know they unofficial
artificial ass
Nigga wanna play with me
When I see em in the street they ain’t got shit to say to me
Six shots a new revolver like the cater B
And ima serve a nigga ass like a waiter B
I’m London Jae let’s get the business straight
Pussy nigga acting like he ain’t heard of me
That’s your bitch lil nigga I talk crazy cause i’m rich lil nigga
I walk crazy check ma hip lil nigga
They f-ing ain’t have me peel a nigga 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 shit 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 fucking 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 niggas know i’m finna kill it
With a nigga in the city I ain’t going back and forth with y’all monkey ass
bitches all
For real
I used to think about a lot a shit
Now i think it all
Sound crazy don’t it
But it’s real
Money over bitches all I do is chase the riches
And all you do is make excuses
Sitting low on that new shit 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 nigga 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 mofucka I don’t know a mofucka badder
Nigga 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 nigga you a player
Running through the city with the slab
Hard armando stones in my
James Bond cologne on my style
She gon fuck a nigga on the first night I ain’t lying
Picture me losing picture the coupe with no roof I be cruising
Picture your bitch in the passenger seat of my shit
She gon ride like a holocaust sub on the dick she the shit
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
DJ Swampizzle, DJ Scream
You welcome
London Jae, Better late than never