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- London On Da Track Hit Da Block 歌词
- London On Da Track
- Uhm-hmmm
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
We got London on the track
Hahaha oh I like this one London
This one go hard I'm finna **** this one up
Nah I'ma **** this up like
Blew my first mil blew it
Rollie gold put that furniture inside my crib the newest
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter drank
With my teacher I was flexing hard go at Keisha Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost whew
Shooting dice at the loft with my uncle knot uh
Pissed off I can't make a number or a shot ****
**** it I ain't shoot no more I'm 'bout to hit the block
Hit the block late hit the block
Dime a dozen
Ride with me you will get a lot of it you will
Pride of my son he'll ride with me junior
Size 'em up got to show 'em who the biggest who who
Shot the perp coming on my ****ing pivot
Straight 8 truck used to drive a Civic skrt
Want a whole 8 ball give me a minute hold on wait
You gon' fall face first it's all in your feelings *****
Got my first baby when I was 14 Quay
I know this sound crazy but I don't drink
I told my lady to satisfy me
'Cause baby you gon' **** around and lose me I'm telling you
Remember I just blew my first mil
Rollie gold put that furniture inside my crib
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter
With my teacher I was flexing hard go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost
Shooting dice at the loft with my uncle knot
Pissed off I can't make a number or a shot
**** it I ain't shoot no more I'm 'bout to hit the block
Hit the block late hit the block
Ain't got common sense no
You know I ride with them ****** that will die for me
Homicide if you ****ing with my benefits go on top
But you tried if you thinking I'm not with the ****s
No pot I used shit and piss on the concrete bricks
45 tucked on the side of me just in case she *****
Multiplied if you thought Dae Dae would be crease the ****
Wonder why R&B yeah I'm listening to Lucci Lucci
And my **********ing feelings god damn
Over there in them trenches yeah
I'm not Haitian like
Oh lord I did it yeah
I can't believe it I just
Remember I just blew my first mil damn
Rollie gold put that furniture inside my crib sheesh
Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter how the hell
With my teacher I was flexing hard go at Keisha
Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost turn up
Shooting dice at the loft with my uncle knot yeah
Pissed off I can't make a number or a shot yeah
**** it I ain't shoot no more I'm 'bout to hit the block
Hit the block late hit the block yeah
Hit the block late hit the block yeah
Hit the block late hit the block yeah
Hit the block late hit the block yeah
Hit the block late hit the block
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