We’re Online Kenny Allstar & Len

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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
You feel that?
This that Kenny Allstar shit
You know what I'm saying? Fuck it
This that, this that Lenny Allstar shit
Ayy, ayy
You feel that
Ayy, ayy, let's go
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus]
Trap out the Cullinan, we're online
CC's coming in, we're online
Baby, the problem is you're not mine
I'm where the trouble is, she not lying
Nigga, you're suffering, you're not fine
Range Rove' coming in, I got mine
No, we ain't buffering, we got time
Trap out the Cullinan, we're online

[Verse 1]
Hit my phone in summer, shorty want the snow
On that note, she tryna sniff it up her nose
Take me home, she tryna take off all my clothes
Super throat, lil' shorty tell me that she grown
I ain't got opps, I ain't got those
Who's that bro? Only God knows
Hit that hoe? It's eenie miney mo
Different kind of flows, different kind of hoes