Lyrics:
MIXX IT WITH THE DUSSE
I'M from A City FULL A SCREWFACE
FROM TORONTO 2 UK
London
Couple gunmen
Up in dis dungeon
Stuntin
Shit will get u jerked
So
from U.k back to U.S.A
Bless this track flow tight it's in a headlock
Just like the beef livestock and your deadstock
Real like a Rasta fuck a disco
don't know
And the girls they don't go
Everybody just shows
You're little,
Little London boys
You're little London Boys
You're little London Boys
You're
London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last
Feeling like Stylo man
Everything live-o man
Twenty-five girls and five, four man
Your a timeline man
Girl from Paris and girl from Milan
Ring man
the way that she appears
I'm just thankful for being here
If you knew what I come from
The pain that I was under
Life before London
Abuse when I was younger
and tell
I've suffered plenty failures (plenty)
We prevailed
Yeah
Took my girl to London for her birthday (uh)
To me it's just Thursday (yeah)
Spendin lots
Yo, I've got this ting from London
West London, Chelsea, near Kings Road
She don't care about my area code
She's about like she ain't aware
a starry sky
Go and make a wish see it shooting by
Stars raining down just for me tonight
You see unlimited are me and my drive
My power and my love lives
London
Yo, wifey just costs so much
She's not even verified
Ain't nobody wanna hear them big ass words
Can't understand that shit
That girl voice is so
My name upscale that’s big weight
VIP not GA
Dress like I’m from the U.K
Patron margarita on a weekday
I don’t wait til Sunday
Good credit I love
alone
(Say your prayers) you ponder, is he listening?
Now's the time, a thousand lives, about precise
You doubt you'd survive
The 8.8 earthquake nerve
it’s still up in London
I ain’t looking for no headache just make p’s
In my adidas pants
My pairs got left over in back
now they wanna see how I’m
It`s hurting me
It`s hurting me
This doubt is hurting me
So remove this doubt
From my heart little girl
And let me live my life
Knowing you
the whole audience.
Too bad you boys don't know
And the girls they don't go
Everybody just shows
You're little,
Little London boys
You're little
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) (She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt) She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from
Baby girl ain't no virgin (Burr)
Baby girl ain't no virgin (Burr)
Baby girl ain't no virgin (Burr)
Baby girl ain't no virgin (Burr)
What you mean, she
him down
It's March the Uks locking down
Most other countries had already shut shit down
We follow suit stay at home no ones allowed out
Imperial orders
met her, I knew she was wrong
my bredren said "this is my girl" I said "what's up, where you from?"
She said "my names Anita, I live down the road"
the world
Aye, aye
No one ever doubt you 'cause you run the world
So many commas and comments, forgot what numbers were
She a fly-out to London, not just
an account full of 0's
Got bounced from anyone when her account gets low
Cuz money money money makes the girls get low
(Akon)
That girl ain't no joke
I love
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
(She wears red feathers and a hooly-hooly skirt)
She lives on just cokey-nuts and fish from
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