Lyrics

We got London on da Track Yeah, yeah, yeah Let me pop my shit London, let me pop my shit (Ooh) Yeah, yeah, yeah Let me pop my shit Ooh, let me pop my shit Only one to do it, I'm the only one who knew it Only one influence, I'm the only one they choosing, yeah, yeah They don't want no problems, problems They don't want no problems, problems I came in ballin', bitch came in callin' I just have to tie my shoes, 'cause I can't win falling (Skrrt) Pull up on 'em, make 'em (Work) All my bitches gotta (Twerk) I'ma hit 'em (Where it hurt, yeah, yeah, yeah, verse) Got 'em sick, she need a (Nurse) Throw the money in my (Purse) You can hear it in my (Verse) I'm the shit, I'm the shit Catch the drip, froze my wrist Eat it up, leave a tip In the front like a VIP Pour the liquor on her tits Got a check, then made it flip Double three, then made it six I just came to pop my shit (Woah, woah, woah) Now we back at it again (Blaow) I like 'em both 'cause they twins (Blaow) I'm going in for the win (Blaow) I flip the ones into tens, hah Only one to do it, I'm the only one who knew it Only one influence, I'm the only one they choosing, yeah, yeah They don't want no problems, problems They don't want no problems I'm in London, got my beat from London I just be getting dough, if that's something you didn't know (Yeah, yeah) Roll down the window when I'm getting my blunt rolled (Woo, woo) Say that they go hard but I never seen them though (Never, never) I put the pen down when I'm switching my tempo, yeah, yeah Fuck with my niggas that pullin' on triggers that got a hit I'm goin' up with the price like I just drive with Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Paper on paper on paper, I guess I gotta print (Yeah, yeah) I came from sleeping on floors, you never seen the lint (Yeah, yeah) Pull up on them niggas, make 'em bob and weave (Skrrt) We just wanna party, she ain't tryna leave (Skrrt) We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah) We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah) Pull up on them niggas, make 'em bob and weave (Skrrt) We just wanna party, she ain't tryna leave (Skrrt) We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah) We ain't really hearing what you gotta say (Nah) Fuck Fuck it up (Fuck it up), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah, yeah Another route (Route), want the clout (Clout), yeah, yeah What they gon' tell me now? No, they can't smell me, yeah I got my LV's, yeah Eat it up, healthy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Like they know me (Know me) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They can't hold me (Hold me) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I was lonely (Lonely) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now they owe me (Owe me) Fuck it up (Fuck it up), poke it out (Poke it out), yeah, yeah Another route (Route), want the clout (Clout), yeah, yeah What they gon' tell me now? No, they can't smell me, yeah I got my LV's, yeah Eat it up, healthy
Writer(s): Tiyanna Chambers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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