"London" lyrics

Ooh
Mmm
Nigga
London pound cake 75 nigga
I'm out in London I'm smoking on London
Baik roll that gas up
Gelato

Ah
Nigga we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch 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 bitch 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 engine so loud swear the rari a creature
I know you want to cuff me but bitch you a treesha
Nigga if you got no money don't ask for no feature
I might just get a foreign bitch a new visa
Uh uh

Nigga
Aye
Racks, Benji's
Flipping a brick around I need a 10 piece
Why you leaving your bitch alone nigga don't tempt me
You was sleep in your home
She throw top in a benzy
Nigga don't want smoke
Shots till it's empty

I stay with a choppa nigga call me chopo
Smoking on super sour grape gelato
I'm always wining go check the score I feel like Fabo
Bitch I'm the plug like I'm Escobar call me Pablo nigga

Woah

Nigga we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch 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 bitch 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