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lord apex & v don - london fog lyrics

[intro: westside gunn]
ayo, don’t hand me that sh+t unless it’s blue
i only f+ck with blue money
(griselda) wipe my tears off with it, man
my man just k!lled my other man
it’s like that where i’m from, we used to it
(griselda)

[verse 1: westside gunn]
i’m out in london rockin’ london fog
before i ever starve i’ma f+ckin’ rob
lookin’ pretty in that ski mask, you know the dawg
so outfits from before cover, remix the raf simons
black said, “f+ck the money, send the mad b+tches”
my last name prison, i dropped a tear for ’em
’cause he got forty left and a n+gga funny
surface to air, beware
stared at you n+ggas from a land (brrt)
this dabbin’ got me sp+ced out
he h+lla trippy, glock+11 blew his brains out
swimmin’ through this blood money filled with [?]
dior old jumper, de la soul dunks
i been locked up for guns and drugs, guns and drugs
you can check my resumé
i been locked up for guns and drugs, guns and drugs
you can keep all the money
i’ma just take the guns and drugs, guns and drugs
[verse 2: lord apex]
come on, man, ap, big gas, yeah, man, east to west
i just get money out the way, keep it simple (yeah+yeah, yeah+yeah)
n+gga, i ain’t been locked up for sh+t, still gon’ talk my talk
still get caught, approached on the whole [?]
for backends, the only time we took them hotel trips
old dog drip when they pee, grab the [?] zips
i took that to the head, made forty bands on the bed
relocated down to the east and sh+t got funny for a sec’
new york, he started outside but make more money on the ‘net
yeah, boy, i love some gold, but i ain’t fond of the baguettes, uh
i overloaded, hope i don’t overdose, open toast, that’s [?]
make a n+gga see ghosts, east coast, he step foot on
he too on with no futon, woolong tea and my meditative stance
means i get sh+t, regret quick and change to some vex
tick, balled up, sittin’ on some hurt, got you swallowed up
you live by the gun, the same sh+t got you hollowed up
your brother got shot, the same shot that was followed up
rather get a check with no sweat than go double up
i play smooth ’til i’m hoppin’ out that tight coupe
might find miyagi out in harlow in some nike boots

[outro]
the movie+turned+cameraman drove through fog+shrouded london through a port on the traffic chaos
it’s a menace, this choking, eye+watering smog
traffic in london was completely at a standstill on many occasions
in fact, the fog was the worst on record for many a year
it’s been cold, as well as foggy, you may have noticed
emergency flares guide traffic through city streets, plunged in bloom
britain was back in the dark ages

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