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Yeah I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga Yeah I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga Yeah, yeah To all these bitches, hoes, and all that shit I'm fresh and tryna, tryna fuck and never call that bitch I keep a Trojan nope a nigga never raw that bitch I need that pussy, ass and mouth and all that shit I need the brand new fucking Bentley out the lot, bitch Drop 300 racks and ride the motherfucker stock, bitch Took my bitch right to the mall [?] block, bitch Drop it on the floor and pop that pussy for a knot, bitch 'Cause I got the soft so, so, so wet, 'bout to rock it fast A-A-K-47, 'bout to pop his ass I came in the party with some stanky and a powder bag I got freaky bitches and they dipping in the powder bag When fucking with the bitch I can't remember thee No, I don't know that hoe but she remember me No, I don't know that hoe but she remember me No, I don't know that hoe but she remember me Man, I just caught a flight straight out to London I'm tryna get back to Russia, every country I was fucking, boy Man, I don't know that hoe but she remember me Man, I don't know that hoe but she remember me I need that brand new fucking Bentley out the lot, bitch Drop 300 racks and ride the motherfucker stock, bitch She was straight from Paris, parents reach her 'bout some stock shit Million dollar pussy, let me fuck it on a yacht, bitch 'Cause I got the soft so, so, so wet, 'bout to rock it fast A-A-K-47, 'bout to pop this ass I came in the party with some stanky and a powder bag I got freaky bitches and they dipping in the powder bag All the bitches, hoes, and all that shit I need the pussy, ass and mouth and all that shit I need the cash, car, bank account and all that shit If she ain't with it, I'mma fuck it, never call that bitch I thought I told you, hoe I just caught a flight straight up to London I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking My foreign bitch put me in a foreign, it was nothing Jamaica to Australia, every country I was fucking, boy When fucking with the bitch I can't remember thee No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me Man, I just caught a flight straight up to London I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking, boy Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me Yeah, yeah (I just caught a flight straight up to London) [?] I just caught a flight straight up to London (yeah) I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah (I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah Every country I'll be fucking, yeah) I'm drunk, that's what I got, my bud I don't know if that shit work, I just know that That's what I got for you, you know
Writer(s): Daniel Kin Jun Chien, Freddy Gibbs, Gary Scott Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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