Autumn! - Walk In! lyrics
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Autumn! - Walk In! lyrics]
Yah, yah, yah
She fallin' in love soon as I walk in
(KanKan on the beat)
They call me "Autumn baby" 'cause
These hoes be fallin'
No jersey on me but she know I'm ballin'
He claim he want smoke
Don't know why he stallin'
Put my all in this shit, yeah
She know I'm all in
He ain't talkin' guap
Why the fuck he talkin'?
She can't get it in for me
That's why she stalkin'
Blue hunnids on me, yeah
That's in my wallet
Swear these hoes be deep, yeah
These hoes be wildin'
We up in the scene, see Summrs and Weiland
Got a foreign lil' bitch, yeah
She straight from Thailand
He claim he know me, why the fuck you lyin'?
He run up on me, yeah, you know he dyin'
Cannot trust a soul, gotta up the pole
Just had to let you know, I can't let you go
Might sound pitiful but this shit is critical
Yeah, our love is pivotal, baby girl
Just let me know
Brand new YSL, baby, I'm high as hell
Good gas on the top shelf
She eatin' me like I'm top chef
My niggas got toys like some elves
Off of the lean, I need some help
I did this shit all by myself
Real niggas with me, you can tell
Mansion, no, this ain't no hotel
She suckin' me oh so well
She ain't tryna fuck, bitch, oh well
Off a Xan, make a nigga misspell
She fallin' in love soon as I walk in
(KanKan on the beat)
They call me "Autumn baby" 'cause
These hoes be fallin'
No jersey on me but she know I'm ballin'
He claim he want smoke
Don't know why he stallin'
Put my all in this shit, yeah
She know I'm all in
He ain't talkin' guap
Why the fuck he talkin'?
She can't get it in for me
That's why she stalkin'
Blue hunnids on me, yeah
That's in my wallet
Swear these hoes be deep, yeah
These hoes be wildin'
We up in the scene, see Summrs and Weiland
Got a foreign lil' bitch, yeah
She straight from Thailand
He claim he know me, why the fuck you lyin'?
He run up on me, yeah, you know he dyin'
Cannot trust a soul, gotta up the pole
Just had to let you know, I can't let you go
Might sound pitiful but this shit is critical
Yeah, our love is pivotal, baby girl
Just let me know
Brand new YSL, baby, I'm high as hell
Good gas on the top shelf
She eatin' me like I'm top chef
My niggas got toys like some elves
Off of the lean, I need some help
I did this shit all by myself
Real niggas with me, you can tell
Mansion, no, this ain't no hotel
She suckin' me oh so well
She ain't tryna fuck, bitch, oh well
Off a Xan, make a nigga misspell