Lancey Foux - Comeon lyrics

Ha, ha ha ha (Woo) ha ha ha
Ha ha ha come on (Chyeah)
Come on

Turn me up Bally

I'm upping the speed, come on
Fleeing the scene, come on
She tryna leave, come on
Left with the Gs, come on
Smoking the Z', come on
Sipping the tea, come on
Jet overseas, come on
Counting the P', come on
Got a lil' dough, come on
Making her soak, come on
You wanna bag for nothing
You gotta hold my gun
Baby, let's go, come on
Hand on the pole, come on
Letting it go, come on
Letting it blow, come on

Rocking Berluti, I'm making a purchase
I feel like I'm Al Capone
I sent the baddie to Hatton to pick
Up my jewelry and smashed her soul
Got a good price on the oyster perpetual
I'm making a call
No new baddies, I got a good collection
I'm keeping it cool
Having my way, I'm a real perfectionist
Leave me alone caught a little flame and
She wanna get sexual, heat of the moment
I figured the game, and
I'm reaping the benefit's, slowly-slowly
I'm tripping again, got a tablet, medicine
I'm in my zone ha, uh, come on
Ha, uh, come on
Smooth criminal, taking a baddie
Right off your arm, come on
Might be the money, it might be the
Look or it might be the charm, come on
Might the fact we got all of
The guns, don't show no harm, comeon
Hey

I'm upping the speed, come on
Fleeing the scene, come on
She tryna leave, come on
Left with the Gs, come on
Smoking the Z', come on
Sipping the tea, come on
Jet overseas, come on
Counting the P', come on
Call a lil' dough, come on
Making her soak, come on
You wanna bag for nothing
You gotta hold my gun
Baby, let's go, come on
Hand on the pole, come on
Letting it go, come on
Letting it blow, come on