Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LONDON TO 1800, artist - Bexey. Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
LONDON TO 1800 |
| On the road from London, couped up with a Z3, yeah |
| Got a four or som', tryna come kick it with me, yeah |
| Big Glock cocked on 'em, won’t take nothin' from me, yeah |
| Late night drop on 'em, rock his ass to sleep, yea |
| On the road from London, couped up with a Z3, yeah |
| Got a four or som', tryna come kick it with me, yeah |
| Big Glock cocked on 'em, won’t take nothin' from me, yeah |
| Late night drop on 'em, rock his ass to sleep, yea |
| Can’t take nothing from me, I promise |
| Flight from London to 1800 |
| I’m wondering, why in the fuck have they got problems |
| Jealousy up in their eyes, I feel it when they watching |
| Rock him to sleep, yeah |
| I’m with the Z’s, but I ain’t sleeping |
| Like a blind lifeguard I cannot see shit |
| Boy you drown in the deep end |
| Mm riding round the city with Jackboy |
| Like the S up on the sniper gang logo you backwards |
| Acting like you got bricks hidden up in your mattress |
| Go pay your mums rent pussyboy you embarrassing |
| On the road from London, couped up with a Z3, yeah |
| Got a four or som', tryna come kick it with me, yeah |
| Big Glock cocked on 'em, won’t take nothin' from me, yeah |
| Late night drop on 'em, rock his ass to sleep, yea |
| On the road from London, couped up with a Z3, yeah |
| Got a four or som', tryna come kick it with me, yeah |
| Big Glock cocked on 'em, won’t take nothin' from me, yeah |
| Late night drop on 'em, rock his ass to sleep, yea |
| Had him speaking through the wire like old school Kanye |
| Can’t hear a word you say, heard ya fucking' jaw break |
| Unintentional masterpiece. |
| I left your Blood up on the pavement, |
| boy you left The floor stained |
| Took my. |
| kindness for weakness it backfired |
| I let you sleep in my yard and I got your Racks high, you bit the hand that fed |
| you, You ain’t no vampire? |
| And now you’re dead to me |
| Thank you for making me wiser |
| Demon inside uh. |
| I feel no threat on my life |
| Spirit protection I never needed a gun on my side |
| Smile in the face of death, cause if I’m gonna die |
| Then it’s supposed to be, I’ll see you in the afterlife |
| On the road from London, couped up with a Z3, yeah |
| Got a four or som', tryna come kick it with me, yeah |
| Big Glock cocked on 'em, won’t take nothin' from me, yeah |
| Late night drop on 'em, rock his ass to sleep, yea |
| On the road from London, couped up with a Z3, yeah |
| Got a four or som', tryna come kick it with me, yeah |
| Big Glock cocked on 'em, won’t take nothin' from me, yeah |
| Late night drop on 'em, rock his ass to sleep, yea |