Correction Lyrics 7am In London by 3MFrench

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It's 3M, know what I'm saying?
Toronto to the U.K
Shoutout my n***a Bvlly
Shoutout 5ivebeatz

Loss is worth a lesson, how I turned it to a win
See I'm skinny wit' a blicky, how I'm flexing wit' no gym
And I dodged a couple raid
I changed my phone and switched my sim
And momma praying for me in this crazy world of sin
So how these n***as tryna slide when I got lenny by my wing
Wit' a thirty on his side and he won't hesitate to rinse
I'm that n***a on my block, and b*t*h, I grew up on the Finch
Steady sliding on your block, I haven't seen him ever since

And I'm like, n***a, don't be lacking for the fashion with them AirPods
Magicians get to creepin' up and clappin', you won't hear none
Youngins came through lightin' up your block just like a flare gun
And look him in his eyes when he talkin', only fear God
Plug is downstairs, "Yo, Frenchy can you bring him up?"
And if that work bad, next time he comes, I might stick him up
Leave him on the side of the road until they pick him up
And if I lose all of my dough she'll probably switch it up
Screamin' free the real 'cause half my n***as doing bids
Grinding hard up in the bando put some food up in the fridge
N***as fake and they ain't loyal, they so quick to burn a bridge
So I did it on my own and they just mad I did it big
And my n***a Pengo said, "I got some n***as tryna fly me"
In the U.K at the show, tryna find me a new dime piece
With my n***a Cheko skrttin', got my 'Mails right beside me
Bvlly with me studio trappin', spittin' on the fire 5ivebeat

We rumble with silverbacks, in the jungle where killers at
Argue, I ain't into that, if I talk then I'm spitting facts
It's okay, baby, I bought a chopper, can you hide this AK, baby?
My spot is hot so can I trust you as my safe, baby
What would you do if I told you stash 100k, baby?
And if I die would you give it to my mama, baby?
Or would you spend it on yourself down in Bahamas, baby?
Trap house is scary when the neighbour's dogs are barkin'
They know we up, the streets is 'nough, the walls are talkin'
And when they mention us to soldiers, get to marchin'
And if they spot him out in U.K, they'll hawk him
And this the type of sh*t that happens very often

I know she got a man but why she moving like she single
Do you want me 'cause I'm 'bout to pop just like a pimple
And I just want to f**k, so baby, i'ma keep it simple
And I ain't gon' leave the city till the U.K screamin' triple
I'm the hottest in my city, ask around, my city know it
If you ridin' then you write it, f**k the talkin' baby show it
And I'm tryna go on tour wit' my n***a on a private plane
Designer stepping wit' my set, it's dancing on my diamond chain
They say I go hard, I need a break, they say I grind insane
Plus I always smile no matter what but I be hidin' pain
It's okay, baby, I bought a chopper, can you hide this AK, baby?
My spot is hot so can I trust you as my safe, baby
What would you do if I told you stash 100k, baby?
And if I die would you give it to my mama, baby?
Or would you spend it on yourself down in Bahamas, baby?

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