"London Ting" lyrics

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Huh, I love my little London ting
Huh, I love my little London ting
Huh, I love my little London ting
Huh, I love my little London ting

I get deposits every week can't even see the money
My nigga Nippa from the ends, he get his P in London
Pull up in that SRT, I'm tryna flee the unders
I risk my life a thousand times trying to see a hunnid
I heard it's bad shit in the UK
I know they sick. I'm scoring like I'm Jordan in the flu game
I heard they got bad shit in the UK
Steph London bad too, I'm looking for the new wave
It's baddies in the UK, I see 'em and shoot
My shoot at them like 2K, I been in that mood
Got fullies for a group, got hoodies on the roof
Got mandem in the yard, my ting, yeah, she cute

Huh, I love my little London ting
Huh, I love my little London ting
Huh, I love my little London ting
Huh, I love my little London ting

Bring the tings den, innit, let's go

Heard there's pretty girls in London, so I had to leave the States
Heard there's pretty girls in London, keep that strap, so please behave
Heard there's pretty girls in London got chains on like a slave
Heard there's pretty girls in London hop out that Sprinter van like Dave
Heard there's pretty girls in London I'm on their mind, I'm what they crave
Heard there's pretty girls in London, I don't mind if she's from the States
Heard there's pretty girls in London
Heard there's pretty girls in London
Heard there's pretty girls in London
Heard there's pretty girls in London

I sell that food, I get my P's
It's hard for her to choose if she wants Central Cee or me
She wants a man that's from the States, she seen me on TV
I love the way she dancing, girl, keep moving your body
Who can fuck with you? I got the answer, nobody
I don't fuck with feds, I don't know who the fuck shot me
I heard they got the baddest tings in London
It's calm here in the States, take me to London
You don't wanna shoot, pass me the gun den
I heard they got the baddest tings in London
In London

Heard there's pretty girls in London
Play my hair and feed me something
Wonder if they wanna see me come, they never seen me
Stevie Wonder, call him mandem, he's my bruh
My main top boy, he'll take you under
You ain't gon' shoot, then give me the gun den

I heard they got the baddest tings in London
In London
In London