london lyrics

[Chorus]
Her titties fake as f*ck but her bag real Yves Saint Laurent
Still sip drank, even though it ain't good, we having fun
I just caught a flight, lil’ n*gga, yeah, we out, going to London
I just caught a flight, lil' n*gga, yeah, we out to London
Coupe go fast, I swear to that b*tch it be running
Bad b*tch out in London
b*tch grew up with some money

[Verse]
Mickey-Mickey Mouse chains and we took out the brain, yeah
Pills make me insane, rocking new season Lang
I just bought a Plain Jane, rocking Cartier frames, yeah
I'm higher than a f*cking crane, give ’em smoke like a train
Number (N)inе skull velour
My b*tch, she from Salvador
Christian Dior, She don't rock Michaеl Kors, yeah
Can't get her' out the stores, got this b*tch like July Fourth
And I Bought my b*tch some Chrome Hearts 'cause I couldn't fix her heart
AMG boys, push start
God is real, teleport

[Chorus]
Her titties fake as f*ck but her bag real Yves Saint Laurent
Still sip drank even though it ain't good, we having fun
I just caught a flight, lil' n*gga, yeah, we out, going to London
I just caught a flight, lil’ n*gga, yeah, we out to London
Coupe go fast, I swear to that b*tch it be running
Bad b*tch out in London
b*tch grew up with some money