St. Lauronte by Mante Lyrics
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
You Know
There’s no time to waste only time to get mine
The sun is shining while you choose to be blind
Yeah
Riding in the whip with the roof gone
Ran up on the block
Won’t take long
Takeoff off set
We gone
Runnin’ with the bag bumpin’ QuavoRon’
Jaunt screamin’ Ron don’t take so long
I’m a buss quick then we gone
Can’t get attached before we goin’ on tours and we’re sellin’ out stores
Baby I go Michael but she want that Michael Kors
Drop it like an eagle then I wanna see you soar
This’ll prolly be the last if you just don’t know what you’re doin’
Simply spit similes and metaphors
Proceed and press record bitches paging me
On the X I just text you’ve mistaken me
Wrong number long slumber when im quakin’
See
Slammin honda civic doors
Then i copped the accord
Some shit my pops could afford
Then i hopped in the ford
Took the taurus on tour
On me on the boy swear she slavin me
Christian dior thats what she say to me
She want chanel i copy that see thats a cc
Bodacious slow motion like claymation
Remember i was broke as fuck
Still hit my plug and said you know wassup
Look like it smell like it nigga so you know its us
She was skeptical at first until she opened up
She was skeptical at first until she opened up
Slower, we should take it slower
Got dropped off now it’s time to drop it lower
Say ahhh, oh yeah
Ahhh, Ronté
Cause when the lights go out and the sun comes up
Wake up, wake up
Uh huh
Yeah
You Know
There’s no time to waste only time to get mine
The sun is shining while you choose to be blind
Yeah
Riding in the whip with the roof gone
Ran up on the block
Won’t take long
Takeoff off set
We gone
Runnin’ with the bag bumpin’ QuavoRon’
Jaunt screamin’ Ron don’t take so long
I’m a buss quick then we gone
Can’t get attached before we goin’ on tours and we’re sellin’ out stores
Baby I go Michael but she want that Michael Kors
Drop it like an eagle then I wanna see you soar
This’ll prolly be the last if you just don’t know what you’re doin’
Simply spit similes and metaphors
Proceed and press record bitches paging me
On the X I just text you’ve mistaken me
Wrong number long slumber when im quakin’
See
Slammin honda civic doors
Then i copped the accord
Some shit my pops could afford
Then i hopped in the ford
Took the taurus on tour
On me on the boy swear she slavin me
Christian dior thats what she say to me
She want chanel i copy that see thats a cc
Bodacious slow motion like claymation
Remember i was broke as fuck
Still hit my plug and said you know wassup
Look like it smell like it nigga so you know its us
She was skeptical at first until she opened up
She was skeptical at first until she opened up
Slower, we should take it slower
Got dropped off now it’s time to drop it lower
Say ahhh, oh yeah
Ahhh, Ronté
Cause when the lights go out and the sun comes up
Wake up, wake up