LONDON Lyrics – BIA

LONDON Lyrics by BIA

I’m in London, I like go to shop at the mall (Yeah)
Shop at the store, shop in the—, ah, ah (Yeah)
Yeah
I’m in London, I like go and shop at the mall

Shop at the Prada, shop at the store
Shop in the tropics, shop at Dior (Ah, ah)
Louis Vuitton cover my toes
Throw on my trousers, look at my bricks

These are my tennis, look at my shoes (Look at my shoes)
Cream hot sauce in sandals, man’s outside in Crocs, in shambles (Damn)
Please quick talk, no ramble, soon as they send their bread, I cancel
Ooh (Ah, ah), I like to tango, twistin’ and tangle

Testin’ the angles (Rrah)
Up in the bank though, I got the same goals
You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll (Boo-boo-boo-boo)
Pricey, pricey, pricey

He wanna f#ck ’cause I’m icy (Ah, ah)
He never met no one like me
It’s pretty funny how now they all like me, innit?
This ain’t rented (Skrrt!)

Straight from the plane I boarded
Maybe you can’t afford it
I’m with my dawgs and we out in Shoreditch
Shoreditch, Shoreditch, Shoreditch

You got shortage on your funds
And I got a long clip on my guns
Sounds like fun
I got no shortage, I’m no bum

Reach for my pearls and you, you done
Reach for the purses (Rrrah!)
(Sweet bankroll, b#tch)
Wearing designer, I’m in the future

I got a future, I’m in a new truck
I’m in the booth, yeah, drinkin’ kombucha
Singin’ with Smiley, speakin’ me highly
Tryna go Kylie, I woke up finally

Suffer in silence, wakin’ up violent
Checkin’ the finance, choosin’ the finest
That’s the environment, I’m ’bout to time it (Rrah)
I bought a Timex

AP, ooh, I’m checkin’ my timin’ (Ah, ah)
Cleanin’ my watch, cleanin’ the top (Ah, ah, ah)
Gettin’ my job, I got a job (Rrah)
Kickin’, kickin’, kickin’, drop man (Cash)

Nike, Nike, very good check, they like me (Cash)
Mans tell me he like me, he wanna f#ck me, very likely (Yes; haha)
Can’t even honor it, man (I think that’s true, I think that’s true)
I’m in London, I like go and shop at the mall

Shop at the Prada, shop at the store
Shop in the tropics, shop at Dior (Ah, ah)
Louis Vuitton cover my toes
Throw on my trousers, look at my bricks

These are my tennis, look at my shoes (Look at my shoes)
Cream hot sauce in sandals, man’s outside in Crocs, in shambles (Damn)
Please quick talk, no ramble, soon as they send their bread, I cancel
Ooh (Ah, ah), I like to tango, twistin’ and tangle

Testin’ the angles (Rrah) {They absolutley adore me in London}
Up in the bank though, I got the same goals
You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll {Ah}
Plane just landed

Heathrow, hop off the G4 standard
We see a opp it’s G-code
We blow his top, now he’s volcanic
Please don’t panic over my lingo, both of my feet so planted

Gold weddin’ ring on my finger, but yet I’m still killin’ ’em single-handed
Drum on th egun like I’m Ringo
I’m in this b#tch with no tan like I’m Jango
We from the ends, where they know that they can’t go

She go both ways, so I’m tastin’ the rainbow (Ha)
Yummy, they got no more bread, they’re crummy
The same way that Melo was staring at Riz, the way that I stare at the money
I’m ready to risk it or if I live it, bet I won’t miss it

You a statistic
Thought sh#t was sweet ’til we popped up and popped off the top of your mystic
I go ballisitc
Hopped out a drop, got the drop on an opp, now I’m opportunistic

I like to shop in the District
Coppin’ this Cabernet, I’m propper capitalistic, uh
Dreamer, dreamer, runnin’ the game in my signature trainers
Balenciaga for joggers, I might just wear Crocs at the ’02 arena, splendid

Got no limits
Should have a tank on my pendent
Blows goin’ broke tryin’ to keep up with Cole, but make it back soon as I spend it
Maybach tinted, excuse me sir, but ain’t that rented?

I’m offended, straight cash for my Benzes, we don’t pay back interest
Aim at fences when I swing
Pay respects and kiss my king
Even Elizabeth said I’m king (Well, he’s bloody well right, isn’t he? Haha)

Why would I choose between this one or that one when I can have both?
I laugh at these rappers for cappin’, I guess the IP ain’t the only one here with jokes
Mans don’t want smoke
I just don’t understand

I don’t even think they should be able to breathe the same air as him if you ask me
I’m in London, I like go and shop at the mall
Shop at the Prada, shop at the store
Shop in the tropics, shop at Dior (Ah, ah)
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