Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song London, artist - frankslastdayDate of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
London |
| My bitch from London, Burberry fashion, love it |
| Ain’t goin' public, she got a man who subs in |
| There ain’t much love, baby, we just be lustin' |
| I’m at the door, she know the time I buzz in |
| I got some more, wine glass gon' hit the floor |
| I need this shit galore, can’t tell you what’s in store |
| Say you ain’t hit the gym in months but you still wake up sore |
| And you been with that dude for months, yeah, I can tell you bored (Bored) |
| Just let me in |
| Baby, tell your neighbors I’m a resident |
| I’m sorry that you caught me linkin' with your friend |
| Said it was fun until that shit came to an end, uh |
| I let you in (I let you in) |
| I let you feel like you was right, yah, you the shit (Yeah, you the shit) |
| That’s all you want, you wanna feel lik you was it (That you was it) |
| And now you trust me, so I’ll do it all again (I'll do it all again) |
| See, I just landed, got me textin' at the terminal |
| She in Atlantis, Dallas, Texas, bitch, she off the wall |
| She only fuckin' with me 'cause she listens to my songs |
| And I miss London, I know she blowin' up my phone |
| My bitch from London, Burberry fashion, love it |
| Ain’t goin' public, she got a man who subs in |
| There ain’t much love, baby, we just be lustin' |
| I’m at the door (Yeah), she know the time I buzz in (Yeah) |
| My girl from London (London) |
| She got a body, yeah, she bustin' |
| Ho, don’t fall in love (Love) |
| 'Cause girl, I promise, we just fuckin' |
| Yeah, and the whole gang stuntin' (Stuntin') |
| When the money come in, it’s unlimited budget |
| If you ain’t livin' for somethin' (Somethin') |
| Then boy, I promise you’d die for nothin' (None) |
| And I came from the bottom (Yeah) |
| Used to stay in the trap, it was hot like an oven (Woah) |
| Yeah, you get popped like a bottle (Bottle) |
| And I really got shooters, I don’t gotta touch him (Nah) |
| Nah, he don’t want no more problems (Problems) |
| 'Cause we pull up in traffic, we leavin' him duckin' |
| Yeah, end of discussion |
| 'Cause I’m keepin' that piece on me just like a puzzle |
| I wouldn’t lie to you, baby |
| I cried to you, baby, I really might die for you, baby |
| This shit you be sayin' is shady |
| I know that you cap and you know that you drivin' me crazy |
| I put my life on the line, I don’t got the time |
| You know and I’m losin' my mind |
| I put some diamonds on you |
| I was vibin' with you so you know you not losin' your shine (Yeah) |
| My shawty from London (London) |
| She gon' fly to Paris just to pick up some Prada (Prada) |
| Need a moment of clarity (Yeah) |
| 'Cause when we get mad, it get hot like a sauna (Yeah) |
| And I’m livin' forever (Yeah) |
| 'Cause I’m already inside my nirvana (Yeah) |
| I ain’t fuckin' with drama (Yeah) |
| I’m on drugs, I’m tryin' to kill all the trauma |
| My bitch from London, Burberry fashion, love it |
| Ain’t goin' public, she got a man who subs in |
| There ain’t much love, baby, we just be lustin' |
| I’m at the door, she know the time I buzz in |
| I got some more, wine glass gon' hit the floor |
| I need this shit galore, can’t tell you what’s in store |
| Say you ain’t hit the gym in months but you still wake up sore |
| And you been with that dude for months, yeah, I can tell you bored |