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chrisjenkins - londa lyrics

[verse 1: chrisjenkins]
i’m a keep it real funky
we used to run around the block
get them 25 cent freeze pops from bunchie
running through the city with no shoes
we was too country but them nyc hoes love me
rip londa baby you know you know that i love you
do anything for you but we gotta keep it moving
don’t worry you know i’m a make a movie
shoutout that boy snoopy
that paper looking good in the light n-gga
now let’s go and get them m’s
like a mayweather fight n-gga aye bo
i been dripping in that sauce lately
i dont know man dat prolly prolly why they hatin
its no debating they imitating lets just face it
these rappers basic got my eye on the throne
cuz i never been complacent
cooking up that medication tell the patients be patient
we working on greatness
this ain’t happen overnight had to put in overtime
told my team its dinner time
cause lord knows that we over grind
now its time to over shine
like a young cam newton in his prime
the way i kick sh-t you probably
thought i worked at finishline
i’m here to take the game like gimme mine
i ain’t the plug but they show me love like i was but
aye f-ck the talking roll the drugs up

[hook: chrisjenkins]

londa was the plug n-gga aye londa was the plug n-gga
so i do this sh-t for her n-gga oh yeah i do this sh-t fa her n-gga on everything i love n-gga londa say don’t f-ck witcha
cause you a f-ck n-gga
aye londa i don’t know why they hate on me
probably cause the boy coming out the 80 aye

[verse 2: chrisjenkins]
it ain’t no question about it
no master p boy um bout it
the weed i smoke be the loudest
i’m in da cloud like the pilot
my chick she thick as a stallion
luxurious ambition my styling
had to get my hustle up couldn’t
rely on my talents i’m from the city of malice
district 2 what it do or better yet aye bo
reporting live from the low
put ya cups in the air um bout to make us a toast
cuz after this tape drop we ain’t goin broke no mo
we ain’t goin broke no mo no we ain’t goin broke no mo
my patner laughed when i told em
he ain’t gon have to sell dope no mo
shoutout my ceo we need all our merita
i’m going off like beeper like i was selling it cheaper
wutup nique roll the reifer lets get higher then the eifel
on the bible got da t-tle dey ain’t f-ckin wit me
word the biggie really really not even a itty bitty bit
pockets tired of being broke so i gotta get em fix
rub a genie make a wish i wish it was dat f-ckin easy
boy believe me ain’t no sleepin till we eating
speakers beating beating beating down yo block
call the cops ain’t no stopping thats no option
the flow clean like i been mopping
hooks and punches like b hopkins
in the streets steady mobbing like some mobstas
she digging my posture i f-cked her real proper
then she took me to red lobster
she ask why i go so hard wit my music
my only reply was londa londa londa londa

- chrisjenkins lyrics

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