Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 420 in London , by - Lil Uzi Vert. Release date: 01.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
420 in London |
| Murda, Murda, Murda shit |
| Ayy |
| 420 up in London |
| I’m a problem, call the ombudsman (hello?) |
| Me and Murda, we up to somethin' |
| I was on the hound and almost caught me in Fort Nelson |
| Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they my cousin |
| I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I’m her husband |
| I’m in some Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen |
| I’m iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'(ice) |
| Remember days when I was on the run |
| Couldn’t leave my house without a gun |
| Told Mama wouldn’t make them take your son |
| I moved her out the hood now a nigga shoot for fun (let's get it) |
| Fuck a friend I just do this for my loved ones |
| We came far from sleeping in the dungeon |
| Air contamination I ain’t breath right since hustlin' |
| Started off with coins now I’m run-in' up the hundreds |
| Mama found my strap in my room while she cussin' |
| Neighbor was a traphouse cuz' I had it pumpin' |
| Plottin' on the mansion |
| Views by the sunset |
| Cookin' up my dinner |
| Never ate my lunch yet |
| Pressa got you mad, huh? |
| 30 clip mad long |
| Chip it till' the pack gone |
| Business was my thing |
| Gotta keep a structure |
| Shots up to Taurus |
| His lungs were punctured |
| Diamonds were my first name |
| Jewellery part of culture |
| Ran out of minutes |
| Think I need a voucher |
| I was on the molly, bitches out in Boston |
| Fucked the bitch in Follies, her pussy was awesome |
| Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman |
| She just wanna party, she do that shit often |
| She gon' suck my dick until she start gaggin' and coughin' |
| Am I scared? |
| No, hardly, I deserve a heart lift |
| My new crib, it’s so big, this shit got a office |
| I was off a thirty, this shit made me nauseous |
| My new car on derbies, automatic parking |
| Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I’m Jordan |
| 12 checked me, then they took my gun |
| Me, no trippin' 'cause I got a whole 'nother gun |
| If she leave me, yeah I’ve got a whole 'nother one |
| I put that on my son and I ain’t even got a son |
| Red green, beam green, bitch I never miss |
| She sucked the lines up out my dick like it’s a peppermint |
| I get the cheese, like I work for the government |
| I’m an alien lookin' for your mother ship |
| 420 up in London |
| I’m a problem, God, yeah, I’ll bust 'em (on god) |
| Me and Murda, we up to somethin' |
| I was on the the hound they almost caught me at Fort Nelson |
| Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they’re my cousin (my cousin) |
| I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I’m her husband |
| I’m in some Balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen (12) |
| I’m iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (uh) |
| I’m iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' |
| I’m iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' |
| I’m iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' |
| I’m iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' |
| Yeah! |