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Young Thug
Young Thug
Stimme und Gesang
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Offset
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter:in
Kendall Roark Bailey
Kendall Roark Bailey
Songwriter:in
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter:in
London Holmes
London Holmes
Songwriter:in
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
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London On Da Track
London On Da Track
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm on the run
Here I come, I'm with your mom
(We got London On Da Track)
[Verse 2]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run, bitch I just took off on the cops
I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, hey
I just might hop inside a cab today (Skrt)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Aye)
When I bend the corner man, the rims bent (Bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (Woo)
My new Balenciaga rags today (Ho-damn)
[Verse 3]
**** might kill for biscuits
Trappin' out the intercontinental (Hey!)
Bitch can't wait 'til my check clear
Bitch gon' act like she triller (Act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (Whoa)
**** tryna pour my red
All a **** know is take meds
**** stop drinkin' my red (Woo!)
[Verse 4]
Slime, all these **** don't tell the truth
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (Smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain't no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (Got woadies right now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (Fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had 'em ten key (Woo)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn't insert a key (Blast-off)
Pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (Yeah, bitch)
For God's sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (Hoo-ou)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (Polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille that's all I can say (Woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain't this (Whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (Oh-oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escaping
[Verse 5]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run, bitch I just took off on the cops
I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, hey
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner man, the rims bent (The corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (Fuck around)
I just might do the whole dash today (Woo)
My new Balenciaga rags today (Swoop)
[Verse 6]
**** might kill for biscuits
Trappin' out the intercontinental
Bitch can't wait 'til my check clear
Bitch gon' act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (Whoa)
**** tryna pour my red
All a **** know is take meds
**** stop drinkin' my red (Woo!)
[Verse 7]
Fresh off the runway on the run from the cops (Run)
Had to put the money in the stash, let it rot (Stash)
Had to get a front to get it poppin' at the opps (Bow, bow, bow)
Fuckin' bitches with my bitch on lock (Lock, lock, lock)
Drippin' in the Gucci, Gucci, slop, slop (Gucci, Gucci)
Put me in the water, swim with the sharks (Swim with the sharks)
Caught a cookie man smokin' on smart (Cookie)
Aston Martin with the seat Pop-Tart (Woo)
Get up in the field, yeen got enough heart (Who?)
Hunnid thousand have a **** dad on milk cartons (Brrrt)
Hunnid rounds hangin' out the Vince Carter carbon (Brrrt)
Birkin on my bitch wrist, that's a light 40 (That's a Birkin)
Um, runnin' to the money like Gump (Run)
Rolls Royce truck, tailgating out the trunk (Hey)
I don't want that bitch, call that bitch a runt (Nah)
Nine zips, I dun po'd up for lunch (Mud)
Get up in the pot, then I punch (Get up in there)
Get up in the mouth, make her grunt (Get up in there)
Fuckin' in the fourth down, **** don't punt (Who?)
If we got smoke, lookin' for you is a hunt (Smoke)
Straight up out the bando, the ghetto (Ghetto)
Rest in peace, Pistol, got a halo (Halo)
Stayin' at the scene, gotta lay low (Lay low)
Bag's Celine, full of pesos (Celine)
Tony Montana with the yayo (Tony)
I don't got manners with the K, hoe (Brrrt)
You are dust when I hit you with the K, roll (Dust)
Set snappin' on that bih like Fabo (Hey)
Stackin' up the bands, Lego (Lego)
We at ya head, tomato (Tomato)
Thirty eight slug, potato (Thirty inch, baow)
****, don't fold for the say-so (Woo)
[Verse 8]
The top of it's brown (The top of it's brown)
Yeah, the middle of it's red (Middle of it's red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin' instead (Let's go)
Yeah, I like her for real (Like her for real)
We skippin' town from the feds (Let's go)
Yeah, this codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (Woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (Powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (Whoa)
I came in with hoes like a sled (Whoa-yeah)
Yeah, rich **** tilt (Whoa)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (Keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your neck (Fuckin' your neck)
'Fore we done got to the bed ('Fore we done got to the bed)
[Verse 9]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin' on the mop
I'm on the run, bitch I just took off on the cops
I don't need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, 'bout to connect some of these dots, hey
I just might hop inside a cab today (Skrt)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Aye)
When I bend the corner man, the rims bent (Bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little tab today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today
[Verse 10]
I'm in London got my beat from London
Written by: Jeffrey Williams, Rex Kudo, Ryan Vojtesak
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