CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : LONDON
Ooh
Mmm
N***a
London pound cake 75 n***a
I'm out in London I'm smoking on London
Baik roll that gas up
Gelato
Ah
N***a we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends f**k you n***as mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm f**king on a lil bad b*t*h and she a fiend uh
No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya b*t*h in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh
Oooh
Oooh
I was just bagging up
Uh uh uh
I was just bagging up grams
And i played all my cards why you can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh
I give hope to the streets man I feel like a preacher
Man the enginе so loud swear the rari a creaturе
I Know you want to cuff me but b*t*h you a treesha
N***a if you got no money don't ask for no feature
I might just get a foreign b*t*h a new visa
Uh uh
N***a
Aye
Racks, Benji's
Flipping a brick around I need a 10 piece
Why you leaving your b*t*h alone n***a don't tempt me
You was sleep in your home
She throw top in a benzy
N***a don't want smoke
Shots till it's empty
I stay with a choppa n***a call me chopo
Smoking on super sour grape gelato
I'm always wining go check the score I feel like Fabo
B*t*h I'm the plug like I'm Escobar call me Pablo n***a
Woah
N***a we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends f**k you n***as mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm f**king on a lil bad b*t*h and she a fiend uh
No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya b*t*h in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh
Oooh
Oooh
I was just banging up
Uh uh uh
I was just bagging up grams
And I played all my cards why you can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh
I'm out in London I'm thumbing up bands
Mmm
N***a
London pound cake 75 n***a
I'm out in London I'm smoking on London
Baik roll that gas up
Gelato
Ah
N***a we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends f**k you n***as mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm f**king on a lil bad b*t*h and she a fiend uh
No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya b*t*h in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh
Oooh
Oooh
I was just bagging up
Uh uh uh
I was just bagging up grams
And i played all my cards why you can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh
I give hope to the streets man I feel like a preacher
Man the enginе so loud swear the rari a creaturе
I Know you want to cuff me but b*t*h you a treesha
N***a if you got no money don't ask for no feature
I might just get a foreign b*t*h a new visa
Uh uh
N***a
Aye
Racks, Benji's
Flipping a brick around I need a 10 piece
Why you leaving your b*t*h alone n***a don't tempt me
You was sleep in your home
She throw top in a benzy
N***a don't want smoke
Shots till it's empty
I stay with a choppa n***a call me chopo
Smoking on super sour grape gelato
I'm always wining go check the score I feel like Fabo
B*t*h I'm the plug like I'm Escobar call me Pablo n***a
Woah
N***a we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends f**k you n***as mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm f**king on a lil bad b*t*h and she a fiend uh
No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya b*t*h in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh
Oooh
Oooh
I was just banging up
Uh uh uh
I was just bagging up grams
And I played all my cards why you can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh
I'm out in London I'm thumbing up bands
