Aight, c'mon
Aight, c'mon
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Aight, c'mon
Nigga, better spin they block, ayy
Hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
C'mon
Nigga, better speed it up, ayy
Bitch, I'm in that scat
Know this bitch is tinted up
Nigga, know that that's that switch, ayy
Nigga, try to play it
He got cooked, slice some grits
They know what's up with me
Them boys can't f*ck with me
And that's a fact
He play, he lay
So we gon' pillowcase
The moment that he lack and
We don't cap
Heard it, seen it, did it
We done been through that
Can't commit fraud
We been authentic
Nigga, I invented that
So what's the word
Ain't no hop out gang
Yet 4 door coupes get swerved
She on my nerves
Blowing up my phone
Know damn well I'm at work
400 per
If it ain't bout racks
Then that shit for the birds
Didn't want me then so
When I'm on my shit
Most def she getting curved
Alright cmon
What Sean text me
When he want me on the song
In person, cool
Soon as he touch the net
He clowning on my dome
Leave me alone
On my focus shit
I D&D the phone
They haters now
But soon enough
They gon' be screaming
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Nigga, better spin they block
Ayy, hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
Nigga, better speed it up
Ayy, bitch, I'm in that scat
Know this bitch is tinted up
Nigga, know you ain't on shit, uh
Like to rock my chain
Cause that lil' bitch like to glitz, uh
Like to spin they block
Droppin' niggas like a hit, uh
Like to hop on feet
Gen 5 shoot like a glitch
In this bitch, she blow my phone
Tell this hoe get off my dick, uh
Brody hit my phone
He like, bro, we gotta lick
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Nigga, better spin they block
Ayy, hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Khimer - Alright Cmon (feat. 910seann) Lyrics
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Aight, c'mon
Aight, c'mon
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Aight, c'mon
Nigga, better spin they block, ayy
Hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
C'mon
Nigga, better speed it up, ayy
Bitch, I'm in that scat
Know this bitch is tinted up
Nigga, know that that's that switch, ayy
Nigga, try to play it
He got cooked, slice some grits
They know what's up with me
Them boys can't f*ck with me
And that's a fact
He play, he lay
So we gon' pillowcase
The moment that he lack and
We don't cap
Heard it, seen it, did it
We done been through that
Can't commit fraud
We been authentic
Nigga, I invented that
So what's the word
Ain't no hop out gang
Yet 4 door coupes get swerved
She on my nerves
Blowing up my phone
Know damn well I'm at work
400 per
If it ain't bout racks
Then that shit for the birds
Didn't want me then so
When I'm on my shit
Most def she getting curved
Alright cmon
What Sean text me
When he want me on the song
In person, cool
Soon as he touch the net
He clowning on my dome
Leave me alone
On my focus shit
I D&D the phone
They haters now
But soon enough
They gon' be screaming
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Nigga, better spin they block
Ayy, hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
Nigga, better speed it up
Ayy, bitch, I'm in that scat
Know this bitch is tinted up
Nigga, know you ain't on shit, uh
Like to rock my chain
Cause that lil' bitch like to glitz, uh
Like to spin they block
Droppin' niggas like a hit, uh
Like to hop on feet
Gen 5 shoot like a glitch
In this bitch, she blow my phone
Tell this hoe get off my dick, uh
Brody hit my phone
He like, bro, we gotta lick
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Nigga, better spin they block
Ayy, hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Aight, c'mon
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Aight, c'mon
Nigga, better spin they block, ayy
Hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
C'mon
Nigga, better speed it up, ayy
Bitch, I'm in that scat
Know this bitch is tinted up
Nigga, know that that's that switch, ayy
Nigga, try to play it
He got cooked, slice some grits
They know what's up with me
Them boys can't f*ck with me
And that's a fact
He play, he lay
So we gon' pillowcase
The moment that he lack and
We don't cap
Heard it, seen it, did it
We done been through that
Can't commit fraud
We been authentic
Nigga, I invented that
So what's the word
Ain't no hop out gang
Yet 4 door coupes get swerved
She on my nerves
Blowing up my phone
Know damn well I'm at work
400 per
If it ain't bout racks
Then that shit for the birds
Didn't want me then so
When I'm on my shit
Most def she getting curved
Alright cmon
What Sean text me
When he want me on the song
In person, cool
Soon as he touch the net
He clowning on my dome
Leave me alone
On my focus shit
I D&D the phone
They haters now
But soon enough
They gon' be screaming
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Nigga, better spin they block
Ayy, hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
Nigga, better speed it up
Ayy, bitch, I'm in that scat
Know this bitch is tinted up
Nigga, know you ain't on shit, uh
Like to rock my chain
Cause that lil' bitch like to glitz, uh
Like to spin they block
Droppin' niggas like a hit, uh
Like to hop on feet
Gen 5 shoot like a glitch
In this bitch, she blow my phone
Tell this hoe get off my dick, uh
Brody hit my phone
He like, bro, we gotta lick
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Nigga, better spin they block
Ayy, hangin' out that window
Bitch, you shootin' out that chop
Nigga, match that smoke, uh
You know we want it, ayy
Creepin' through they block
Niggas know that I be on it
Writer: Isaiah Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid