"Bad Bitch In London" lyrics

[French Montana:]
Ay, goon stop playin' me, boy
Viper
Tell my ting in London I'm on the way
Haan

I just met a bad bitch in London, I just met a bad bitch in London
I just met a bad bitch in London, I just met a bad bitch in London
She in love with that couture, that Christian Louboutin
Fifty inches to your ass, I'ma buy you a salon
After the show, she wan' fuck me to my setlist
Low key, but she on everybody's hitlist
If shit get real, I gotta know if you with me
If shit get real, I gotta know if you with me

[Dirtbike LB:]
She from our city so I fucked her like a icon
He done a drill and that's a runner, now the bike gone
She like the croc', she like the [?] and the pythons
Her last nigga's nothing, not even a micron
If they talkin' 'bout this game, I played it, I played it
A hundred racks on Harrods, baby, feelin' like I made it
Go Harley Street and fix your teeth, don't worry, I will pay it
Got me sippin' on some lean inside The Shard, I'm tryna say shit
I told a bitch [?]
They taught me how to whip it, I was with the yardies then
Before the hoes and all the motion, weren't no party then
This red 'Rari got me feelin' Emirati then
I can fuck these hoes abroad, tens across the board
It's only Goyards and these Birkins when a nigga's tryna ball
I got some niggas that can shoot and they don't only fight with swords
Doin' lifestyle in this 'Rari but we shootin' out the Ford

[French Montana:]
I just met a bad bitch in London, I just met a bad bitch in London
I just met a bad bitch in London, I just met a bad bitch in London
She in love with that couture, that Christian Louboutin
Fifty inches to your ass, I'ma buy you a salon
After the show, she wan' fuck me to my setlist
Low key, but she on everybody's hitlist

[Young Adz:]
Bought this Turkish bitch a BM, said she from North London
Said she know my—
I told her Birkin or Kelly, you play your part then I'm ready
My nigga on the phone in jail, he said he wan' kill his celly
Landed two hundred pounds of top-shelf, the car's a bit smelly
Put my dick in her so deep, said the pains are sharp in her belly
Dropped a fuck nigga out, see if you see me again
Six figures on the pendant, just to freeze me, it's pain
Buck-buck nigga, dumb stuck nigga
Like I ain't keep you alive, ungrateful fuck nigga
I'm picky with these bitches 'cause her ex is a clown
How you a bad bitch but let a clown mess with your crown?
Took her to the Alps, linguine where you can't pronounce
When a product's good, it sells itself, we call it word of mouth
I had hammers on me then, still keep hammers on me now
Spent a milly on these jewels, plenty milly's on my house
Rock a Škorpy like they [?], hit up a different house
Took my daughter Disneyland, she wan' see Mickey Mouse
If I'm lying, I'm flyin', and I don't think I've got no wings yet
Bitches tatt' my name in every country, I lose interest

[French Montana:]
I just met a bad bitch in London, I just met a bad bitch in London
I just met a bad bitch in London, I just met a bad bitch in London
She in love with that couture, that Christian Louboutin
Fifty inches to your ass, I'ma buy you a salon
After the show, she wan' fuck me to my setlist
Low key, but she on everybody's hitlist