Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song London Roads, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song FWA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Young Money
Song language: English
London Roads |
| All I know is paper, I don’t know these hoes |
| I like mouth in my lap, and pussy on my nose |
| And I’m bringin' home the bacon, it’s fryin' on the stove |
| You hoes can’t drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road |
| Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine |
| And I swear everyday I’m on my Ariana grind |
| Erase I got that yay, I got that ladidadida |
| And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan |
| Lord I’m a free man like I come from Amistad |
| Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o’s to octagons |
| I get money while I’m sleep, I dream that I’m in heaven |
| I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy, and smoked a gar with Wessy |
| All my niggas rest in peace, and my enemies rest pleasant |
| So when my niggas creep they catch 'em when they least expect 'em |
| Momma told me if you run these streets, run these streets correctly |
| Well feet don’t fail me now I never knew my feet to test me |
| Lord knows, I wear new clothes to the mall |
| Two hoes on my arm, fur boots when it’s warm |
| Church shoes to play ball |
| We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog |
| Urkel to big Carl, y’all don’t hear me |
| All I love is paper, I don’t love these hoes |
| Boy that vest won’t save you, neither will heroes |
| Lord he better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost |
| Holy moly hockey mask like Halloween like OVO |
| Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles |
| All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold their soul |
| Boy you go 0 to 60, I go 1 and 2 zero’s |
| Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold |
| Lord all I know is paper, big fat money rolls |
| Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors |
| I was runnin' outta patience, 'til I heard «All aboard» |
| They mad cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors |
| Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway |
| I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake |
| God damn, a pint of lean almost 5k |
| I be spendin' 25k every 5 days |
| I sent my girl on a spa day cause Hood just came with them chickens |
| I don’t want you in the house bae |
| Plus we need the kitchen, Lord, trap house in abundance |
| We got trap houses in London, y’all don’t hear me |
| Hol' up, had to switch the flow up, had to pour up, roll some more up |
| Watch me go up, my doors go up, when I show up, why you show up? |
| Pick my bro up, pick a O up, hit the store up, get a soda |
| Get us 4 cups, split a 4 up, then we slow up, yeah you know us |
| Then we toast cups and we post up, don’t approach us, we got toasters |
| That’s my slime like we ghost bust and we both bust, give no fucks |
| Take no stuff and take your stuff, then ho hunt for some choca |
| I know a ho who’ll rock the boat, but I row her, I’m Noah Lord |
| I remember when I was no one Lord |
| When I couldn’t find jack in no ones cards |
| Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer |
| Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres oh Lord |
| I remember dyin' on her room floor |
| And wakin' up in some police’s arms |
| He died recent, so I hope heaven made more room for him |
| And I hope he see me, cause if he didn’t save that lil boy there would be no |
| Weezy oh Lord |