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jordan d. mitchell - london tipson lyrics

b+tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b+tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby
b+tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b+tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby

b+tch i’m crippin’ with n+ggas we got b+tches in villa
senoritas, mamacitas, throwin ass like some strippers
cuz you fake set tripping, now you laying with yo brothers
and we no nothing tell 12 i need a lawyer
we was out here on a mission, we gon get it how we get it
tell the b+tches to bring b+tches, bro i’m really bout thеm digits
when come to the bag, running track hoе i’m sprintin’
gotta white b+tch an asian call that b+tch london tipsum’
n+gga you don’t want the beef, i’ma chef b+tch i’m cooking
glock 19 on my hip, quit lookin
i slide into the party now yo b+tch really choosing
if a hoe lose me, that’s an l b+tch you loosing
my b+tch so bad i keep a glock cuz n+ggas foolish
say some sl!ck sh+t then its thunder b+tch i’m shootin
got it on my own, b+tch i’m really bout the movement
hyphy ain’t dead the southside goin stupid
b+tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b+tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby
b+tch i move with the goats got my gang with me
you don’t want the smoke ain’t no fade cuddy
b+tches talk too much you switchin’ lanes homie
i just wanna function, is you gang baby

b+tch i’m lit, like a bic, i blow the whistle for the hoes
all these b+tches wanna kiss under my roof no mistletoe
i just wanna function, i don’t care about the budget
if a n+gga trippin, he gon lay down with his cousin
b+tch i go sped, shake them dreads, on da gang
b+tch you fed, got the lead, don’t make me spray
shawty shaking ass, know i pulled up to her place
blew her back out, she said i cannot be replaced
snub+nosed on me, please don’t make me catch a body
redbone on me, mixed b+tch called me papi
rich bad b+tches, got em twerkin’ in the lobby
said she never threw ass, now i know that b+tch be lying
all i smoke is gas, high octane b+tch we flying
feel like superman, but im wayne when i’m driving
nike check in my pocket, just do it know i’m sliding
she call a n+gga jack gave me da booty like a pirate

- jordan d mitchell lyrics

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