London (feat. Tion Wayne)

Lyrics

What you know 'bout a double four?
 What you know 'bout Rambo's twinnin'?
 Yo
 Mhmm-mmm
 Yo
 (Gyal-gyal) Gyal from North London (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from East London (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from West London (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from South London (Uhh-uhh)
 That gyal wan' shock
 One eye on her arse like 'holy fuck'
 Look at the arch, you know I buss
 Back up the arse like (Uhh-uhh)
 What you know 'bout a double four? (What you know?)
 What you know 'bout Rambo's twinnin'? (Nuttin')
 Slap that off, ching him, ching him (Uhh-uhh)
 Then my name start ringin' (Start ringin')
 Badness, I had it from young (Me)
 Them man act bad for the women (Yes)
 Do it, air out the linen (Uhh-uhh)
 Why you think GB's stay winnin'? (GB's)
 I was out there tryna shake him down (Yes)
 Still tell a bad one shake it down
 This music ting's kinda takin' off
 I'm soon gon' make it out (Facts)
 Nigga, I don't do this shit for the clout (No)
 My yardie one made better than my naija one
 Can she makes it bounce (Yes)
 Made a half a mill last quarter
 But I still swing my borer (Swing it)
 And if me and my G's got beef
 Then we're to doing violent disorder (Mhm)
 They say my name but I ain't take a L
 How come we ain't never get touch in the jail? (Mhmm-mm)
 I like Beyonce, I like beef in a cell
 Man get roll on, I ain't leave no shells
 Like, I can never go back starvin'
 Original Edmonton boy just chartin' (Boom)
 Beat that firearm case, no chargin'
 I ain't into internet beef or tarkin' (Bow, bow)
 So much girl on a army
 Someone fuckin' a party (Party)
 Boxers, Roberto Cavalli (Mhmm-mm)
 Box man up for my chargy
 Gyal from North London, yuh mad (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from East London, yuh mad (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from West London, she bad (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from South London, she bad (Uhh-uhh)
 That gyal wan' shock
 One eye on her arse like 'holy fuck'
 Look at the arch, you know I buss
 Back up the arse like 'holy fuck'
 It was always us that done that first
 I defo spun it (Skrr)
 Beef, we won it
 I swear I had my man's shawty cummin' (Cummin')
 Gyal just wanna party with us (Facts)
 She's even tryna get her mum in (Mum in)
 (Meanwhile) Meanwhile, bro's tryna get that drummin' (Uhh)
 Her arse so fat, look tricky (Mad)
 Sticky, been a bad boy like Diddy (Mhmm-mm)
 Whizzy, might drive but you look silly
 Used to have ye in the crib like Kimmy (Bow-bow-bow)
 Ye in the crib like Kimmy
 Wrap that up like I'm wearin' a jimmy
 She can pass cah she ain't too skinny
 Chingy, I was out there gettin' chingy
 I fuck your girl from the back (Ayy)
 I put my block on the map (Uhh-huh)
 She fell in love with a gangster (Gangster)
 She fall in love when I rap (Bow, bow)
 All of the Bristol girl
 All of the Midlands girl
 All of the England girl
 Mhmm-mm, mhmm-mm, yo
 Gyal from North London, yuh mad (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from East London, yuh mad (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from West London, she bad (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from South London, she bad (Uhh-uhh)
 That gyal wan' shock
 One eye on her arse like 'holy fuck'
 Look at the arch, you know I buss
 Back up the arse like 'holy fuck'
 Gyal from North London (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from East London (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from West London (Uhh-uuh)
 Gyal from South London (Uhh-uhh)
 That gyal wan' shock
 One eye on her arse like 'holy fuck'
 Look at the arch, you know I buss
 Back up the arse like (Uhh-uhh)
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:41
Key
5
Tempo
143 BPM

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