Lyrics London - frankslastday, Surf

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