Temple Run - London Jae

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