Autumn! - Nina! 2 lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Nina! 2 lyrics]
(You wanna go to war? You wanna go to war)
(Woah) (Kankan on the beat)
(Ha, ha) (Yeah, woah)
Yeah, I'm ridin' around with my nina
If you want smoke
Then she gon' be happy to meet ya
I'm a hot boy, like I'm fresh out
The motherfuckin' cleaners in a Lex'
But I just might go cop me a Beamer
Bitch bad, she a diva
And we sippin' on Phatt, no
This ain't tequila
I'm feelin' you, yeah, I like your demeanor
Can't wait to meet you, you got me so eager
Love it when you playin' me in your speakers
Feelin' you, you might just be a keeper
It's cold outside so I keep me a heater
Triple S sneakers, thеy just my beaters
(Woah)
If she wanna fuck with mе, that's that
You say you a real nigga, that's that
If I say you a bitch nigga, that's that
And he ain't on shit, that's big cap
What's that in my hand? That's ten racks
What's that in my pants? That's ten racks
What's that in the Prada? That's ten more
I been that nigga since Way To Gooo!
I think it's clear, Wick finna blow (Yeah)
And if you don't like me, the way it go
He tryna press me, I won't fold
She tryna impress me, it won't go
Anything that I drop, it's gon' go
We can't be in beef, you too broke
I'm overseas eating escargot (Yeah)
Let her ride in the 'Vette
She say the car go
She want my heart, give her Comme des Garçons
Can't have these niggas on my songs
'Cause most of these niggas, they my son
They know lil' Autumn, yeah, he the one
Every snippet I post, they like
"That's the one"
I'm starting to feel like the chosen one
(Woah) yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm ridin' around with my nina
If you want smoke
Then she gon' be happy to meet ya
I'm a hot boy, like I'm fresh out
The motherfuckin' cleaners in a Lex'
But I just might go cop me a Beamer
Bitch bad, she a diva
And we sippin' on Phatt, no
This ain't tequila
Yeah, I'm ridin' around with my nina
If you want smoke
Then she gon' be happy to meet ya
I'm a hot boy, like I'm fresh out
The motherfuckin' cleaners in a Lex'
But I just might go cop me a Beamer
And we still sippin' on Phatt, no
This ain't tequila
(Woah) (Kankan on the beat)
(Ha, ha) (Yeah, woah)
Yeah, I'm ridin' around with my nina
If you want smoke
Then she gon' be happy to meet ya
I'm a hot boy, like I'm fresh out
The motherfuckin' cleaners in a Lex'
But I just might go cop me a Beamer
Bitch bad, she a diva
And we sippin' on Phatt, no
This ain't tequila
I'm feelin' you, yeah, I like your demeanor
Can't wait to meet you, you got me so eager
Love it when you playin' me in your speakers
Feelin' you, you might just be a keeper
It's cold outside so I keep me a heater
Triple S sneakers, thеy just my beaters
(Woah)
If she wanna fuck with mе, that's that
You say you a real nigga, that's that
If I say you a bitch nigga, that's that
And he ain't on shit, that's big cap
What's that in my hand? That's ten racks
What's that in my pants? That's ten racks
What's that in the Prada? That's ten more
I been that nigga since Way To Gooo!
I think it's clear, Wick finna blow (Yeah)
And if you don't like me, the way it go
He tryna press me, I won't fold
She tryna impress me, it won't go
Anything that I drop, it's gon' go
We can't be in beef, you too broke
I'm overseas eating escargot (Yeah)
Let her ride in the 'Vette
She say the car go
She want my heart, give her Comme des Garçons
Can't have these niggas on my songs
'Cause most of these niggas, they my son
They know lil' Autumn, yeah, he the one
Every snippet I post, they like
"That's the one"
I'm starting to feel like the chosen one
(Woah) yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm ridin' around with my nina
If you want smoke
Then she gon' be happy to meet ya
I'm a hot boy, like I'm fresh out
The motherfuckin' cleaners in a Lex'
But I just might go cop me a Beamer
Bitch bad, she a diva
And we sippin' on Phatt, no
This ain't tequila
Yeah, I'm ridin' around with my nina
If you want smoke
Then she gon' be happy to meet ya
I'm a hot boy, like I'm fresh out
The motherfuckin' cleaners in a Lex'
But I just might go cop me a Beamer
And we still sippin' on Phatt, no
This ain't tequila