Fredo — London City
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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
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
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
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
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
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
