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• Artiste: Lucki
• Titre: 10 P.M IN LNDN
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(GOONTEX) Mm, ayy, ayy I'm takin' codeine to France, don't fuck with the scene but I'm off of the lean (I'm not no lame though, shoutout to Samsson) I'm in Dior with her twin, she shoppin' for two, they got it from me, uh I fell out with my mans, he know how we comin' so now we on beef She keep me out of the street, bought her a bag, I put on this top My favorite habit ain't cheap, two hundred an ounce for a four hunnid pop Free Jeff, my ho slatt, uh Niggas be cap as fuck Cut it off unless you want a friend of me, you just like twin, so that's her heart Clearer the diamond, the lower she stoop She a beginner, start asking for shoеs He in the blendеr, I fuck with him too EFG, Dash Gang, one of the two I'm not a killer but pray for a few Don't got a plan, but that's what I— uh Sick of LA, on the way to Sky-ami She see I hurt her, you got it from Pluto (That's crazy, 'cause like, really) Huh, I was thinkin' 'bout how yesterday, if I tell her, she gon' tell me to prove it, uh I can't even get no rest today, I keep getting paid for my music, uh Medics are my first kit, ayy Few kid'll buy your bitch VVS, but I always been flawless I just really got this shit from my daddy On my first watch, almost called 'em Keep prayin' I'ma dream 'em tomorrow Said it's fuck me for one missed call, tell her Instagram, and that was forever I keep prayin' but I'm mean with the devil AMG, stay away with the metal I can teach you, but you know better Mm, ayy, ayy I'm takin' codeine to France, don't fuck with the scene but I'm off of the lean (I'm not no lame though, shoutout to Samsson) I'm in Dior with her twin, she shoppin' for two, they got it from me, uh I fell out with my mans, he know how we comin' so now we on beef She keep me out of the street, bought her a bag, I put on this top My favorite habit ain't cheap, two hundred an ounce for a four hunnid pop Free Jeff, my ho slatt, uh Niggas be cap as fuck Cut it off unless you want a friend of me, you just like twin, so that's her heart Ayy, ayy, ayy Free Jeff, my ho, slatt, uh