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london lorin - go too far lyrics

young london, aye you can tell by the way it came on, i’m going straight in

i told six, nem grab the glizzy, time to put one in the sky
he was dissing on them songs, i went to spinning on his block
that’s on god, i can’t even lie, know, i go too far
i’m the hottest in my city, yeah, they know i’m going hard
got them racks and i done stacked it all the way up to the sky
that’s on god, i can’t even lie, know, i go too far
that’s on god, i can’t even lie, know, i go too far, hah

yeah, they know i go far like the galaxy
all this ice on my neck like the galaxy
say he want smoke, then we passing out chimneys
i’m having these racks, so i know why they envy

i stay in the office, i handle my business
they stay in these coffins for testing a real one
aye, real fly n+gga, when i walk in the building
if you broke, get a bag, get the f+ck out yo feelings

if ion do nun, i’m a get me a bag
six figure, n+gga, got these f+ck n+gga mad
when you see me, you see kc and swagg
play with them eagles, we get on yo ass

i’m ballin’ on n+ggas like i’m steve nash
i’m ballin’ on n+ggas, i’m thinkin’ i’m hotsauce
he think he want smoke, then i’m knockin’ his thoughts off
i’m tryna put one in the hole like it’s topgolf
yeah, you know i been rappin’ a lil
yeah, you know i been trappin’ a lil
but these other n+ggas cappin’ a lot
who the f+ck told you, you n+ggas was hot

who the f+ck told you, you n+ggas was fye
i ain’t wayne, but got drake’s in the city
b+tch i’m him, i ain’t fakin’ no image
if he cross that line, he gon’ die on that scrimmage
line of scrimmage, yeah, b+tch, i’m on that, yeah

n+ggas know they can’t see me like ray charles
if he play, i’m a put him in graveyards
i just f+ck on that hoe, you gon’ save yours
how you crash over p+ssy that ain’t yours

i’m the type leave a hoe on the streets
so what make you think that you f+ckin’ with me
only time that i crash when it time to get even
only thing i’m a do on that pillow is sleep
ain’t no pillow talkin
get that hoe up out cha, for we white chalk ya
these n+ggas snake, they be shedding the skin
ayy, she ain’t got ass, she can’t get in these benz

ayy, he ain’t got racks, he can’t come to the trap
ayy, n+ggas know i put the pote on the map
ayy, f+ck n+gga play, then we runnin’ them out
that’s that sh+t that you get when you runnin’ your mouth
keep runnin’ your mouth

go hard

- london lorin lyrics

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