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London
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Hip-Hop/Rap
London was released on March 23, 2021 by LMT as a part of the album Righteous
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Release DateMarch 23, 2021
LabelLMT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Archie Ray White
Archie Ray White
Songwriter

Lyrics

I can't go for nothing
Ridin' with that chopper and that pack all day I'm running
Hitman, call me a gunman
Knock his face off when he come in
This glock came with a whole drum and this big chopper hold 100
Got some bitches in Kentucky trying to fuck me at the London
Aye
Bitch I been thumbing trying to keep the money coming
Fall straight off in the club you know I had to sneak this drum in
**** I came from nothing, hustling trapping an onion
Keeping it real like Keith Runyon
'Til I get rich, ain't done yet
Fuck it, I can't tuck it
Don't care where we go hoe I still up it
These **** homo they some suspects
Hit the plug with finesse
Trap til the sun up
Til the sun set
I need me some baguettes
Clip double stacked just like a bunk bed
Flip the pack with one hand
I fill the tank then I skate out the state
Shrimp and steak plate I don't eat no Chick-Fil-A
Banana clip K pull up to the London late
Two bitches on the way and one look like Kim K
I ain't even fishing but I'm chilling by the lake
I ain't even sipping 'cause I'm spilling all my drink
Lately I been on prescriptions feeling like I'm finna faint
And I'm righteous how I'm living, turn my back on this I can't
I'm on all these drugs I feel like I'm in outer space
Cartier shades, plain Jane, lemonade
Huncho diamond chain
Now she wanna be my main
The whole city know my name, I put these fuck **** on game
Label me a muthafuckin' goat
And you don't got shit to say to me so don't even approach
Woah, fuck **** don't play with me we pop up at your show
I think your hoe trying to come stay with me but this bitch gotta go
Yeah I gotta get it, I came from the trenches
No I cannot trust none of these bitches
Benjamin, blue face, I want the digits
I do the dash on the police fuck a ticket
Told myself imma be something one day, I meant it
I just want the racks I ain't chasing no bitches
Mama told me Huncho, listen, don't stop 'til you winning
You got to live up to your vision
Late at night I been up with the crickets
Praying and wishing I don't fail my mission
Sometimes I think back reminiscing
I was broke back in the day but I miss it
Police trying to lock me up I ain't did shit
Broke ass **** still mad sneak dissing
Hollow tip bullet catch wind, get to whistling
Dick in your bitches mouth like I'm a dentist
I can't go for nothing
Ridin' with that chopper and that pack all day I'm running
Hitman, call me a gunman
Knock his face off when he come in
This glock came with a whole drum and this big chopper hold 100
Got some bitches in Kentucky trying to fuck me at the London
Written by: Archie Ray White
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