London City

Lyrics

[Intro Little Woo' & Fredo] But right now it's little Woo' Whiskey, Dun know Shout out da gang, shout out my nigga Fredo C-R and dat we're locking down ah 1-0 We're Tuna-in-a-sock Gang Look- Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang! Aye!- You know how we holding dis' shit down Got shit "locked and boxed" Where are you lot, like what wing are you lot on right now? B-Wing Yea?? Man just "locked da box" right now but, you know how we are Bare-1 [Chorus] This is London, Let me show you bout the city life (City Life!) I riding in my foreign car, I'm wit ah city spice (Ah City Spice!) I got ah Country-Phone, My nigga got ah City-Line One video and now they're telling me the city's mine We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem (Never!) I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM (True!) And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM You barely touch the surface while I'm slidin' in the deep end [Verse 1] This the street life Nigga, you're a lair but you eat right? (Liar!) My niggas out in Leicester gettin' rich up of ah B-Line (Bro!) It's been a month I've been to Harvey Nichols three times I used to eat the zinger meals, Working with the cheap grind Now I'm eating steak and shrimp, it came out of the seaside (Splash!) I might meet the girl of your dreams in my meantime I'm missing all my Day-1 bruv, I swear they gotta free mine Since Billy's been lockdown, I been released 3 times That's Bro-Bro I don't laugh at jokes, that are homo I can't believe these strangers are asking for photos It's madness! I've got a south gyal, I call "Badness" The secret to making her suck, Is a magnum (Shhh!) I'm ridin' with H-R's and weapons in traffic You're stupid to come, To the H-R and slap it These Louis's I'm wearing, Look made by some cactus Them niggas, you're round, they look made by some actors [Chorus] This is London, Let me show you bout the city life (City Life!) I riding in my foreign car, I'm wit ah city spice (Ah City Spice!) I got ah Country-Phone, My nigga got ah City-Line One video and now they're telling me the city's mine We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem (Never!) I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM (True!) And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM You barely touch the surface while I'm slidin' in the deep end [Verse 2] I'm on the night shift And if it ain't Old Street then its Knightsbridge I'm the type to want some socks and end up spending 5 jibs And I was driving way before I had a license I ain't rich yet I'm still in the trap ducking trident Cause they're fucking with me Told my old friends they don't mean nuthin' to me We used to chill but now the pussy-boy is cutting from me (Run!) He saw the way I whip he had to put his trust into me My belly used to rumble had to put some lunch into me And now it's adding up I told the waitress "I ain't into the salad stuff" (Mmhm-Mmhm!) Cook my steak right and bring a bottle of the flashy stuff (Now!) And you can't take my bitch cause' she ain't with the tacky stuff (Nope!) And niggas know it's Patten Gang we're with the scatty stuff (Bro!) I'm ridin' with a sentence I ain't with the lackey stuff And niggas better move clear, if Mello has had enough (Move!) And you can't even flex on me cause' you ain't had enough I've eaten 4 times today and you ain't had ah lunch [Chorus] This is London, Let me show you bout the city life (City Life!) I riding in my foreign car, I'm wit ah city spice (Ah City Spice!) I got ah Country-Phone, My nigga got ah City-Line One video and now they're telling me the city's mine We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem (Never!) I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM (True!) And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM You barely touch the surface while I'm slidin' in the deep end