Joey Trap - LONDON lyrics

Ooh mmm nigga london pound cake 75 nigga
I'm out in London I'm smoking on London
Baik roll that gas up gelato
Ah nigga we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch
And she a fiend uh no I ain't go to prom
This a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read
Every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya bitch in a Prada
Fit she on her knees ooooh oooh
Oooh i was just bagging up
Uh uh uh i was just bagging up grams
And i played all my cards why
You can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house
And hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh i give hope to the streets man
I feel like a preacher
Man the enginе so loud swear
The rari a creaturе
I Know you want to cuff me
But bitch you a treesha
Nigga if you got no money
Don't ask for no feature
I might just get a foreign bitch a new visa
Uh uh nigga

Aye racks, Benji's
Flipping a brick around I need a 10 piece
Why you leaving your bitch alone
Nigga don't tempt me
You was sleep in your home
She throw top in a benzy
Nigga don't want smoke shots till it's empty
I stay with a choppa nigga call me chopo
Smoking on super sour grape gelato
I'm always wining go check the
Score I feel like Fabo
Bitch I'm the plug like I'm
Escobar call me Pablo nigga woah

Nigga we out in London toting on a beam
Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean
8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream
I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch
And she a fiend uh no I ain't go to prom
This a stretched out limousine
We gon shoot till you read
Every page of the magazine
Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline
I put ya bitch in a Prada
Fit she on her knees ooooh oooh
Oooh i was just banging up
Uh uh uh i was just bagging up grams
And I played all my cards why
You can't see my hand
I be walking out the trap house
And hop in a lamb
Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam
Ooh ooh
I'm out in London I'm thumbing up bands