Aura (with Piscez rsa)
My aura
My aura
She loving my aura
She feeling my aura
She one of a kind
Im taking her cause i gotta spoil her
Baby I see that you feeling my
My aura
I see that you loving my
My aura
She loving my aura
She feeling my aura
Whether you like it or not
Imo be taking your spot
Baddies they love me a lot
I've gotta get off the blog
What im about
Keeping my feet on the ground
I got the energy i got the swag
She told me she feeling my sound
I gave her a hug she smelling my neck
She like boy how the hell you get me aroused
Hop on a jet and we off to the top
Tell all the haters we not gonna stop
Bad hoes poppin they twat
Im tryna see watchu got
Im tryna check on your vibe
Getting the benz vibe of the lot
Whether you like it or not
Imo be taking your spot
Baddies they love me a lot
I've gotta get off the blog
Listen, King told me i got 45
So i hit him back & said the beat will die
I've been writing, it's a piece of pie
Had to keep em fed so i dumb it down
The pen talking through my evil mind
I've been rushing, i got fish to fry
I make it look so easy
Pussy niggas only see through the naked eye
My kind rare, no analogy
I might spare through apology
My opps dead now these niggas scared
I got mouths fed, I'm the prodigy
My wrist flat, i got impact
You be trash talking, need a tik tak
Beware nigga this ain't golf
I don't need to ball to get in her hole nigga
She fuck with my aura
Who told you I couldn't afford her
Delivered, I don't need to order
She treating my dick as a shoulder
My aura
She loving my aura
She feeling my aura
She one of a kind
Im taking her cause i gotta spoil her
Baby I see that you feeling my
My aura
I see that you loving my
My aura
She loving my aura
She feeling my aura
Whether you like it or not
Imo be taking your spot
Baddies they love me a lot
I've gotta get off the blog
What im about
Keeping my feet on the ground
I got the energy i got the swag
She told me she feeling my sound
I gave her a hug she smelling my neck
She like boy how the hell you get me aroused
Hop on a jet and we off to the top
Tell all the haters we not gonna stop
Bad hoes poppin they twat
Im tryna see watchu got
Im tryna check on your vibe
Getting the benz vibe of the lot
Whether you like it or not
Imo be taking your spot
Baddies they love me a lot
I've gotta get off the blog
Listen, King told me i got 45
So i hit him back & said the beat will die
I've been writing, it's a piece of pie
Had to keep em fed so i dumb it down
The pen talking through my evil mind
I've been rushing, i got fish to fry
I make it look so easy
Pussy niggas only see through the naked eye
My kind rare, no analogy
I might spare through apology
My opps dead now these niggas scared
I got mouths fed, I'm the prodigy
My wrist flat, i got impact
You be trash talking, need a tik tak
Beware nigga this ain't golf
I don't need to ball to get in her hole nigga
She fuck with my aura
Who told you I couldn't afford her
Delivered, I don't need to order
She treating my dick as a shoulder
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