Lyrics Fredo – London City

Right now it’s little
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risky
Shout out the gang

This is London let me show you about the city life
I riding in my foregin car with the city’s spice
I got a country for my nigga got a city line
One video and now they’re telling me the city’s mine
We do our own ting I don’t even pree them (never)
I was 18 I was sidin’ in that BM (true)
Now I’m 22 a model’s slidin’ in my DM
You barely touch the surface whilst I’m slidin’ in the deep end

This the street life
Nigga, you’re a lair bout you eat right
My niggas out in Leicester gettin’ rich up of a b line (bro)
It’s been a month I’ve been to
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three times
I used to eat the zinger meals working with the cheap grind
Now I’m eating steak and shrimp that came out the seaside (splash)
I might meet the girl of your dreams in the meantime
I missing all my day on bruddas I swear they gotta free mine
Since Billy’s been lockdown I’ve been released 3 times that’s bro
Bro I don’t laugh at jokes that are homo

This is London let me show you about the city life
I riding in my foregin car with the city’s spice
I got a country for my nigga got a city line
One video and now they’re telling me the city’s mine
We do our own ting I don’t even pree them (never)
I was 18 I was sidin’ in that BM (true)
Now I’m 22 a model’s slidin’ in my DM
You barely touch the surface whilst I’m slidin’ in the deep end

I’m on a night shift if it ain’t
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it’s nightbridge
I’m the type to want some socks and end up spending 5 jigs
And I was driving way before I had a license
I ain’t rich yet I’m still in the trap ducking trident
Because they’re fucking with me
I told my old friends they don’t mean nuthin’ to me
We used to chill but now the pussing 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
Cook my steak right and bring a bottle of the flashy stuff (now)
And you can’t take my bitch because she ain’t with the tachy stuff
And niggas know it’s pattern gang we’re with the scatty stuff
I’m ridin’ with a sentence I ain’t with the lachy stuff
And niggas better move clear, if Mello has had enough
And you can’t even flex on me because you ain’t had enough
I’ve eaten 4 times today and you ain’t even had lunch

This is London let me show you about the city life
I riding in my foregin car with the city’s spice
I got a country for my nigga got a city line
One video and now they’re telling me the city’s mine
We do our own ting I don’t even pree them (never)
I was 18 I was sidin’ in that BM (true)
Now I’m 22 a model’s slidin’ in my DM
You barely touch the surface whilst I’m slidin’ in the deep end