London
Like poetry I been snapping
Running game like Im playing madden
My words a gift I was meant for rapping
Replay this song when im done rapping
Like poetry i been snapping
Good pussy make him tap out
WWE, he cat napping
Like a magician yall big capping
I'm running game like I'm playing madden
Its no wonder my birthday next to Christmas
My words a gift I was meant for rapping
No dora explorer I need me a swiper
Get a bitch gone like Boosie Ill wipe ya
I dont need to touch ya I got me a sniper
He act like a bitch on his monthly cycle
He cant even f*ck he gave me some pussy
He gave me a trailer, I wanted a movie
Running his mouth I know he a groupie
But make sure you tell em how good I can do it
Cant hang with bitches who just wanna gossip
These bitches is birds together they flockin
These niggas is broke always pocket watching
If rapping dont work ill still be in college
I left for a minute they thought that i lost it
My music a movie like Trapped In The Closet
Booking for shows, I need that deposit
Like Ariana i need everything grande
7 rings if I want it I got it
Franks like Aretha got blues like im Ivy
If im stepping out, you know everything poppin
My lashes, my hair, my makeup, my pockets
He love how I talk, he watch how im walking
Look but dont touch, I ask if he copy (Roger that)
Checking these bitches I do it like nike
Win, lose, or draw bitch im fighting like Rocky
My EP dropping I aint tryna rush it
See I do it big or I do nothing
Im the big dog, London is the toughest
Come to my city show you I aint bluffing
Im the rap bitch to make school cool, my GPA a 4.2
Im blessing niggas like achoo
I draw attention. Blues Clues
Tell that nigga bring it to the back
You know I mean business when im wearing all black
Aint gon let him f*ck he tryna put in a trap
He want a baby mama i dont need a baby dad
You know I put it down when I get up on the track
Last time I checked any bitch can get slapped
Rest in peace to nip pussy niggas had a strap
In the daylight, no heart, no mask
Im tryna do this rap shit for a living
Tee told me snap on this shit so I did it
Boujee as f*ck so these niggas cant hit it
Cooking up flavor like im in the kitchen
Key London recipe? finger lickin
I'm bomb as f*ck when I walk you hear ticking
Hoe i aint friendly hell nah we cant kick it
Not finna argue dont finish your sentence
Bitch
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London
Like poetry I been snapping
Running game like Im playing madden
My words a gift I was meant for rapping
Replay this song when im done rapping
Like poetry i been snapping
Good pussy make him tap out
WWE, he cat napping
Like a magician yall big capping
I'm running game like I'm playing madden
Its no wonder my birthday next to Christmas
My words a gift I was meant for rapping
No dora explorer I need me a swiper
Get a bitch gone like Boosie Ill wipe ya
I dont need to touch ya I got me a sniper
He act like a bitch on his monthly cycle
He cant even f*ck he gave me some pussy
He gave me a trailer, I wanted a movie
Running his mouth I know he a groupie
But make sure you tell em how good I can do it
Cant hang with bitches who just wanna gossip
These bitches is birds together they flockin
These niggas is broke always pocket watching
If rapping dont work ill still be in college
I left for a minute they thought that i lost it
My music a movie like Trapped In The Closet
Booking for shows, I need that deposit
Like Ariana i need everything grande
7 rings if I want it I got it
Franks like Aretha got blues like im Ivy
If im stepping out, you know everything poppin
My lashes, my hair, my makeup, my pockets
He love how I talk, he watch how im walking
Look but dont touch, I ask if he copy (Roger that)
Checking these bitches I do it like nike
Win, lose, or draw bitch im fighting like Rocky
My EP dropping I aint tryna rush it
See I do it big or I do nothing
Im the big dog, London is the toughest
Come to my city show you I aint bluffing
Im the rap bitch to make school cool, my GPA a 4.2
Im blessing niggas like achoo
I draw attention. Blues Clues
Tell that nigga bring it to the back
You know I mean business when im wearing all black
Aint gon let him f*ck he tryna put in a trap
He want a baby mama i dont need a baby dad
You know I put it down when I get up on the track
Last time I checked any bitch can get slapped
Rest in peace to nip pussy niggas had a strap
In the daylight, no heart, no mask
Im tryna do this rap shit for a living
Tee told me snap on this shit so I did it
Boujee as f*ck so these niggas cant hit it
Cooking up flavor like im in the kitchen
Key London recipe? finger lickin
I'm bomb as f*ck when I walk you hear ticking
Hoe i aint friendly hell nah we cant kick it
Not finna argue dont finish your sentence
Bitch
Like poetry I been snapping
Running game like Im playing madden
My words a gift I was meant for rapping
Replay this song when im done rapping
Like poetry i been snapping
Good pussy make him tap out
WWE, he cat napping
Like a magician yall big capping
I'm running game like I'm playing madden
Its no wonder my birthday next to Christmas
My words a gift I was meant for rapping
No dora explorer I need me a swiper
Get a bitch gone like Boosie Ill wipe ya
I dont need to touch ya I got me a sniper
He act like a bitch on his monthly cycle
He cant even f*ck he gave me some pussy
He gave me a trailer, I wanted a movie
Running his mouth I know he a groupie
But make sure you tell em how good I can do it
Cant hang with bitches who just wanna gossip
These bitches is birds together they flockin
These niggas is broke always pocket watching
If rapping dont work ill still be in college
I left for a minute they thought that i lost it
My music a movie like Trapped In The Closet
Booking for shows, I need that deposit
Like Ariana i need everything grande
7 rings if I want it I got it
Franks like Aretha got blues like im Ivy
If im stepping out, you know everything poppin
My lashes, my hair, my makeup, my pockets
He love how I talk, he watch how im walking
Look but dont touch, I ask if he copy (Roger that)
Checking these bitches I do it like nike
Win, lose, or draw bitch im fighting like Rocky
My EP dropping I aint tryna rush it
See I do it big or I do nothing
Im the big dog, London is the toughest
Come to my city show you I aint bluffing
Im the rap bitch to make school cool, my GPA a 4.2
Im blessing niggas like achoo
I draw attention. Blues Clues
Tell that nigga bring it to the back
You know I mean business when im wearing all black
Aint gon let him f*ck he tryna put in a trap
He want a baby mama i dont need a baby dad
You know I put it down when I get up on the track
Last time I checked any bitch can get slapped
Rest in peace to nip pussy niggas had a strap
In the daylight, no heart, no mask
Im tryna do this rap shit for a living
Tee told me snap on this shit so I did it
Boujee as f*ck so these niggas cant hit it
Cooking up flavor like im in the kitchen
Key London recipe? finger lickin
I'm bomb as f*ck when I walk you hear ticking
Hoe i aint friendly hell nah we cant kick it
Not finna argue dont finish your sentence
Bitch
Writer: Mioche Mesilas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid