London Drill Lyrics
[Intro]
Grrah, grrah
Yo
Don, talk to 'em
[Chorus]
Take him out to London, never fall they know my bridge a ten (Hello)
London so ill when she do drill, it sound like British men
London so New york, Yankee fitted on with Timberlands
When project princess drop, bitches dying, Queen Elizabeth (Die, die, die)
[Verse 1]
I'm bringin' the heat like I'm Satan
Seein' more green than Jamaicans
Told me wait on my turn, just be patient
I just be eatin' these bitches, no graces
They know that I'm reppin' the Gaza
Ain't nothin' to duppy a pagan
I'm who these bitches bе copyin'
Never be еqual, so f*ck the equations (Yo)
Nuh gyal cyan run in my gaff (Ah ya mean)
Everyting get shell when mi send fi di dawgs
My sister, my fam, my AK (Come here)
Gun dem pull up in a car like SWAT
Hand pon trigga it ah reach head back
Bad gyal nuh get stuck like prop
Call mi di dolly 'cause ah mi dem ah follow
Down to mi hair, all mi style dem adopt
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[Chorus]
Take him out to London, never fall they know my bridge a ten (Hello)
London so ill when she do drill, it sound like British men
London so New york, Yankee fitted on with Timberlands
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