Jordan Solomon - Lil Alfredo lyrics

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Jordan Solomon - Lil Alfredo lyrics

[Intro] First take no Skip Bayless, woah, solo, woah [Verse] (Yeah) Brandon Jennings tweet me so I think I'm really ballin' That girl actin' wild so she think I'm Eric Staalin' I just changed my number but your girl still steady callin' She ain't got the cell, she gon' hit me at the office All I got is space but b**h I ain't a houston rocket I don't follow you that DM request yeah I blocked it I need DJ Snake I gotta get back on my pop sh** Baby falling down I pick her up just like a chopstick Twisted teas, bend ya knees Twist it then twist up the tree Tank on E, gas it up, call it Petro-Canada Get the pack and ran it up I don't do them xannies bruh Band's getting hella fat, I'ma need a tummy tuck Champagne spraying everywhere, yeah you better duck When she gettin' low she say that she don't do this often You think I believe that?, I proceed with caution My name is not Post Malone but goddamn I be saucin' All she do is talkin', open up my wallet You know I got green, I'ma fly to Boston I just dropped a top ship, I call that whip topless Yeah I own some stocks but I got some other options Lil Alfredo I'ma genius with the spatula I took that girl out, on a date it ain't no calendar I know some mans is tryna dodge me like a challenger And they don't want to see me they know I'ma savage bruh I came for my half, flexin' on your a** Man I got the gas, you won't see solo back I finessed online, watch that money stay You won't see solo back, yeah I came for my Thought I seen your face yeah I knew you from before I can't trust her, I'd rather roll up with my bro's Then they saw the clothes, my case is goyard on my phone Up in Canada I'm playing hockey in the snow, yeah woah Let the sh** go, we in the audio sh** is too slow Just hit a speed bump this sh** is too low New year I gotta get hit with that glow woah Versace jacket I do not feel cold Canada Goose man I do not feel cold I put my hand in the snow My life is best when I feel like the pope yeah, aye Mitch Marner with the hands Warren Buffet with the bands Kush got me off the wall no I ain't talking Vans man Aye, I just jump it like I'm vince I got every girl convinced I ain't comin' back like Michael Vick Aye, really I been on my sh** I cannot wait cause I just had a drink You want that loud then I call up my link She wanted love like we shopping at pink Roll up, I hop out, you know what it is Baby I'm gone before you even blink, I said She knew me but not the new me yeah [?] act like we watching movies I came for my half, flexin' on your a** Man I got the gas, you won't see solo back I finessed online, watch that money stay You won't see solo back, yeah I came for my-ya-ya