Made in London Lyrics

Yeah

I like the vibe of this one

Yeah, yeah

Babygirl, I got that appetite (Yeah)

Put your man in fright

I make all the angel delight

Yeah

You know I'm made in London

But I still made me a dozen

I get all the people buzzin

You know we out here shinin

Yeah

We burnin' bread by the hour

We making it fuckin' shower

I spend my money on that liquor

She told me go bigger

So I'll finish off the bottle

Now I turn it up full throttle

I'm getting up to that peak

Now they all know me

Yeah

I put pen to paper

Now they thank me for my labour

This the shit they can't deny

This the shit that make 'em fly

This the shit that's on repeat

This the shit they play on the street

This the shit that make you vibe

This the shit that gives you drive

This the shit that make you hundreds

And I'm counting all 'em up (Yeah)

Stackin' all this bread

And I haven't reached the top, ay

Neither has my game

You can tell, verses ain't the same

Yeah

Still building all 'em up

Like I'm on a fucking crane

Yeah

And that's the way I construct these verses

So much dough I got two purses

I'm pre booking all those hearses

And I'm lifting all the curses, ay

I have a weapon in my mind

I twist words and I make the punchline

I'm sitting right on top of that shrine

One day I'm gonna make the top mine

I'm sippin' all this motherfucking tea

You got me thinkin' I got the recipe

Now you want a part of me

But I can't give my heart away for free

Yeah

Yeah, and she wanna talk, but I don't wanna conversate

She got me thinkin' 'bout our first date

Man, that life we had was great

Yeah

But now that time has passed

And we movin' on too fast

I just wanted it to last

But I hope you had a blast

Yeah