BOOKER, Gunna - London lyrics

Букер Д.Фред [Фёдор Игнатьев] Санкт-Петербург, Россия

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[BOOKER, Gunna - London lyrics]

I wanna be in London for one night
I wanna see London for one night
I wanna see London for one night

Wanna see London for one night
Bad girl treat me like I'm a crisis
Only show love when I'm feelin' like
I done been in cuffs, I done been indicted
Wanna hear me rap and I don't lie
You can have the money or the soul ties
Deep in the street, need a robe light
What you gon' do? It's all mine
LA Caponе, he all time
Gotta bad bitch, shе all mine
Nigga wanna play, they all dyin'
I was just high as the Fortnite
I need more time, I need more paper
I’m gettin' more shine

I'm talking 'bout more haters
Whip it up, whip it up, whip
It up, whip it up, more cake
I be on, I be on, I be on, I be on more dates
You be on, you be on, you be on
You be on more breaks
She be on, she be on, she
Be on, she be on dial, baby
I be on, I be on, I be on, don't got no time
Baby they be on, they be on, they
Be on wild in the crowd, baby
The stars, the stars, the stars
The stars in the crowd, baby
Navigate, navigate, navigate, never rely
Baby
Time after time after time, I see you cry
Baby
It's gon' be okay if you just ride, baby
You tired, you tired, you tired
You tired of lyin', baby
It's no replyin', baby, it's no replyin'
Baby

Wanna see London for one night
Bad girl treat me like I'm a crisis
Only show love when I'm feelin' like
I done been in cuffs, I done been indicted
Wanna hear me rap and I don't lie
You can have the money or the soul ties
Deep in the street, need a robe light
What you gon' do? It's all mine
LA Capone, he all time
Gotta bad bitch, she all mine
Nigga wanna play, they all dyin'
I was just high as the Fortnite
I need more time, I need more paper
I’m gettin' more shine

Mmm, these diamonds need more shine
Every year I done seen more crime
Lotta rich people make the poor cry
But when is God sendin' me more signs
You broke? I'll probably pay 'em no mind
The judge tryna give my brother more time
One hunnid, I ain't tell the fam no lies
Don't know it all, I can take more advice
You know what you need tell me what you see?
Who you wanna be?
I say it's all on me, we all gonna feast
Y’all follow me
I made five hundred G's, all designer jeans
Ball double D, I'ma large company
Don't need your company
No need to switch up the faculty
I got homies chop shit like the Japanese
Figure it out like it's geometry
Wunna real one you can count on me
With OTF only the family
Won't let 'em damage me and that's reality
Everybody different
Ain't no one compare to me
Peep the real and I won't let 'em flatter me

Wanna see London for one night
Bad girl treat me like I'm a crisis
Only show love when I'm feelin' like
I done been in cuffs, I done been indicted
Wanna hear me rap and I don't lie
You can have the money or the soul ties
Deep in the street, need a robe light
What you gon' do? It's all mine
LA Capone, he all time
Gotta bad bitch, she all mine
Nigga wanna play, they all dyin'
I was just high as the Fortnite
I need more time, I need more paper
I’m gettin' more shine

I'm talking 'bout more haters

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret