Testo The london Young Thug

The london

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah
You good T-Minus?
Oh

You can meet me at the London
If you find time, we can run one (One)
Roll about some things, we can undo
You just in the pen, I can find you
6’1? on the money, 9’2?
You just say the word and I’ll run through
Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah I knew

Yeah
Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows
Get a ni**a whacked, like you get the gras* mowed
Talking slick, run ‘em with the big slime, ni**a (Slime)
Could hit your bi*ch, you could never hit mine, ni**a (Mine)
In my DM, they elect to trick slide, ni**a
No cat fishing, this is not a fist fight, ni**aNever switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hit your right, go to Mars
Everybody singing
How you come up out your face and say I hate the artist
ni**a you done never heard
I left a flock of rappers dead and purged
A verse from me is like I left a purge
I did the math it’s like 2000 dollars every word
I’m on the verge, I’ll beat the charge
I killed some ni**as and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
And told them ni**as that they gotta wait for it
I know, I know you in hot demand
Balling on a pu**y ni**a like Jamaal Jameer
Drowning out inside the pu**y like I never swam
And f**k your watch, I” put something on your sonagram
I’m the man (Ayy, ayy)

You can meet me at the London
If you find time, we can run one (One)
Roll about some things, we can undo
You just in the pen, I can find you
6’1? on the money, 9’2?
You just say the word and I’ll run through
Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah I knew

Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk
Up north, down south, Bankhead the ritual (Ayy)
Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal chord
STD I want a wart, f**k a fed and his daughter
I’ma run the compound, ye I supply the sugar raisin bread (Woah)
I got a a main she gon’ ride
She took a quarter and she fled
I’m in that mouth now, she goin’ red
I see the pain in shortie’s lame brown eyes
I’m at the London with some big thighs
No fries, cheesesteaks with the fish eyes
Did your mama tell you when there’s a fire, drop, stop and roll? (Aww yeah)
I’ve been on the road like a pair of sprinters that stop and go
Yeah I could charge them like a dodge, I’m a demon
Got your broad in the garage eatin’ semen
Everytime a ni**a go back to the ward, ni**as act like they wanna start but we leave them on the cement

You can meet me at the London
If you find time, we can run one
Roll about some things, we can undo
You just in the pen, I can find you
61 on the money, 92
You just say the word and I’ll run through
Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah I knew