Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Temple Run, artist - London Jae. Date of issue: 27.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |