Hundred Spokes

Lunasicc

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    CHORUS (Repeat) : If you see me on a hundred spokes

    It's just me and my homie's gettin blown away.

    [Luni Coleone]
    Unh, well if u see me on the hundreds, it's me and my folks
    Luni, Coleone, boy I ain't no joke
    I'm at the touch of class kicken it, V.I.P.
    Spittin game at your batch, Coleone got G's
    By the buck loads, the young homey make scratch
    Ridin luxury cars, fool you can't touch that
    Puffin OG on the highway, doin it my way
    Do dirt and get released, like my name was O.J.
    All day, we roll around gettin high
    If you feel me young punk, throw your smoke in the sky
    I'm a real rapper, with some thug mentality
    Nina ross so my boss, don't run up on me
    They call me shotgun, and my game remain high
    Rollin down the strip, gettin lip from yo eye
    It's Luni Coleone, you best ask about me
    My barber June-Nitty and my folks J.T.

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    CHORUS

    [Preschool]
    Baby girl, look here,yo boo, what's ur name?
    Whisper in your ear to show you, some more game
    What's your thang, for me, to get close to you
    Oh, got a man? Happy? Well this is what your supposed to do
    I'm tell you girl, tryna share yo world, like Mary J
    Ask me late night sure-lay, I'm sure your down to play, anyway
    Your my little seee-cret
    And that's the way we keep it, when we creepin, creepin.
    Your bout the flyest thing among us, no wonder it's summer,
    Slide me your number, keep it on the under, in front of
    Yah man, goddamn, wanna take my stand, grab my hand
    In the fork white sand, in a beautiful land, cause I can
    If I had it my way, we'd be creepin
    Together sleepin, out for weekends, for real yo nigga know you cheatin
    Late night freakin, Missy he see's you, when your peakin
    Cause you lovin the way a brother treatin, beamin, damn.

    CHORUS

    [Luni Coleone]
    Unh, damn preschool, let's get this cash young homey
    I'm down to ride, do or die, yeah it's Coleoney
    [Preschool]
    Yes, and liscous lucious, busta's can't touch us
    Me and lunasicc lovely, facin the world was my mustly
    [Luni Coleone]
    Dusta busta quick, we remain top dogs
    On some hundreds, gettin blunted, we some LG hogs
    [Preschool]
    Laced with pornofacation, facin, incarceration
    Shakin undercover Haitians, in the Touch Of Class blazin
    [Luni Coleone]
    Yeah we makin cash, while you hatin, real fast
    Gettin buck, in the dust, foot all on the gas
    [Preschool]
    All on the gas? I guess i'm on the gas too
    Just me and you, thinkin bout the things to do, after two
    [Luni Coleone]
    Unh, boy it's all good, California, east fool
    National Gaurds like Killer Tay, regulatin the goods
    [Preschool]
    My only problem, is me baby mama
    Scent of attraction, baby been askin, have some straight drama

    CHORUS (repeat 4x)

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    Composition: Luni Coleone

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