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fredo - london city lyrics

[intro little woo’ & fredo]
but right now it’s little woo’
whiskey, dun know
shout out da gang, shout out my n-gga 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’ sh-t down
got sh-t “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

[chorus]
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 n-gga 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

[verse 1]
this the street life
n-gga, you’re a lair but you eat right? (liar!)
my n-ggas 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 h0m-
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 n-ggas, you’re round, they look made by some actors

[verse 2]
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 f-cking with me
told my old friends they don’t mean nuthin’ to me
we used to chill but now the p-ssy-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 b-tch cause’ she ain’t with the tacky stuff (nope!)
and n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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

- fredo lyrics

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