Lady London

Pop ya shit

歌词

Oh my god
Ladies and gentlemen
You remember me?
Long time

Shorty lurkin' on my page, better watch me flow (ooh!)
Hit the boomerang and let 'em watch me slow (ooh!)
Hit the zoom again and let 'em watch me close
Not to boast, I made it in your face like hibachi stoves (wok-wok-wok)
I love dealin' wit' a rich - (rich -), I love dealin' wit' a rich -
'Cause he gon' trick and I'ma trick, but he gon' trick bigger (a-woo)
My last - was a fraud, it was a big difference
I gave my heart, this - put it on a - picture

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All black in a Range and it's been a year
The Cartier cover the frame of these denim tears (yeah)
I occupy the lane of the game these - fear
I mean really, what the - is you sayin'? These - weird (you sayin')
You a bottom feeder (bottom feeder), me? I'm in Ottolinger
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn, I order either (yeah)
I'm in AREA (AREA), The Attico, JPG
I'm in Gallery, Givenchy and Dion Lee
I mean, the Webster (the Webs'), yeah, they text me like every week
And the collection (collection), no question, just get me three (lay three)

I get respect without twerkin' for 'em up in the stu' (uh-huh)
I get checks without workin' for 'em, I'm Twitter Blue
Civil with who? Me? Bicker with you?
I'm like RSV mixed with Covid, sicker than flu
I put R&B mix it wit' poetry, this is new
You take Lauryn, me, Jigga, and H.E.R., and you get the truth
You think you Big Meech, a big reach
You's a big -, start callin' you big sis

I could never talk to lil' homie (lil' homie), the lil' guy
Who gotta wait for the big homie to get the tab
The last up (last up), the Casper (the ghost)
The lil' - they send to go get some Backwoods
Woo, I'm just cringin' at the thought
Ben Simmons when in Philly
I'm just sittin' on the floor, like, oh, boy