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London Lorin Lewis
London Lorin Lewis
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London Lorin Lewis
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Young London, aye you can tell by the way it came on, I'm going straight in
I told six, nem grab the glizzy, time to put one in the sky
He was dissing on them songs, I went to spinning on his block
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far
I'm the hottest in my city, yeah, they know I'm going hard
Got them racks and I done stacked it all the way up to the sky
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far, hah
Yeah, they know I go far like the galaxy
All this ice on my neck like the galaxy
Say he want smoke, then we passing out chimneys
I'm having these racks, so I know why they envy
I stay in the office, I handle my business
They stay in these coffins for testing a real one
Aye, real fly ****, when I walk in the building
If you broke, get a bag, get the fuck out yo feelings
If ion do nun, I'm a get me a bag
Six figure, ****, got these fuck **** mad
When you see me, you see KC and Swagg
Play with them eagles, we get on yo ass
I'm ballin' on **** like I'm Steve Nash
I'm ballin' on ****, I'm thinkin' I'm Hotsauce
He think he want smoke, then I'm knockin' his thoughts off
I'm tryna put one in the hole like it's Topgolf
Yeah, you know I been rappin' a lil
Yeah, you know I been trappin' a lil
But these other **** cappin' a lot
Who the fuck told you, you **** was hot
Who the fuck told you, you **** was fye
I ain't Wayne, but got Drake's in the city
Bitch I'm him, I ain't fakin' no image
If he cross that line, he gon' die on that scrimmage
Line of scrimmage, yeah, bitch, I'm on that, yeah
I told six, nem grab the glizzy, time to put one in the sky
He was dissing on them songs, I went to spinning on his block
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far
I'm the hottest in my city, yeah, they know I'm going hard
Got them racks and I done stacked it all the way up to the sky
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far, hah
**** know they can't see me like Ray Charles
If he play, I'm a put him in graveyards
I just fuck on that hoe, you gon' save yours
How you crash over pussy that ain't yours
I'm the type leave a hoe on the streets
So what make you think that you fuckin' with me
Only time that I crash when it time to get even
Only thing I'm a do on that pillow is sleep
Ain't no pillow talkin
Get that hoe up out cha, for we white chalk ya
These **** snake, they be shedding the skin
Ayy, she ain't got ass, she can't get in these Benz
Ayy, he ain't got racks, he can't come to the trap
Ayy, **** know I put the pote on the map
Ayy, fuck **** play, then we runnin' them out
That's that shit that you get when you runnin' your mouth
Keep runnin' your mouth
I told six, nem grab the glizzy, time to put one in the sky
He was dissing on them songs, I went to spinning on his block
That's on God, I can't even lie, know, I go too far
I'm the hottest in my city, yeah, they know I'm going hard
Go hard
Written by: London Lorin Lewis
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