the luno effect

When I'm turned around
They always running they mouth
Can't let em figure me out
They talking shit from the couch
I guess I gotta peace out before I pull the piece out
When I pull up to the scene all of the women freak out
Even some of the dudes start to question they self
That's the Luno effect it's nothing that I can help
Baby call me daddy
Don't make me take off my belt
All of these championships
Not enough room on the shelf
My girl she a baddie
I love the hand I was dealt
But now I'm popping addies to focus on myself
Hop in a taxi going out of this world
Just try and catch me if you can

Fast car nascar, peel out
Don't be afraid to tell me how you feel now
Shooting star make a wish right now
Don't be afraid we'll make it somehow



Credits
Writer(s): Keano Estremera Smith
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