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420 in London

420 in London

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Artist: Lil Uzi Vert

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Murda, Murda, Murda shit Ayy 420 up in London I'm a problem, called her a "bust man" Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort Nelson Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they my cousin I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband I'm in some Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' Remember days when I was on the brunt Couldn't leave my house without a gun Told Mama wouldn't make them take your son I moved her out the hood, now a nigga shoot for fun Fuck a friend I just do this for my loved ones We came far from sleeping in the dungeon Air contamination I ain't breath right since hustlin' Started off with coins now I'm runnin' up the hundreds Mama found my strap in my room while she cussin' Neighbor was a traphouse cuz' I had it pumpin' Plottin' on the mansion, views by the sunset Cookin' up my dinner Never ate my lunch yet Pressa got you mad, huh? 30 clip mad long Trip it 'till the pack gone Business was my thing Gotta keep a structure Shots out the Taurus His lungs were punctured Diamonds were my first name Coolin' for the culture Ran out of minutes Think I need a voucher I was on the molly, bitches out in Boston Fucked the bitch in Follies, her pussy was awesome Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman She just wanna party, she do that shit often She gon' suck my dick until she start gaggin' and coughin' Am I scared? No, hardly, I deserve a heart lift My new crib, it's so big, this shit got a office I was off a 30, this shit made me nauseous My new car on derbies, automatic park it Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I'm chartin' 12 checked me, then they took my gun Me, no trippin' 'cause I got a whole 'nother gun If she leave me, yeah I've got a whole 'nother one I put that on my son and I ain't even got a son Red green, bean green, bitch I never miss She sucked the lines up out my dick like it's a peppermint I get the cheese, like I work for the government I'm an alien lookin' for your mother ship 420 up in London I'm a problem, God, yeah, I'll bust 'em (on god) Me and Murda, we up to somethin' I was on the the hound and almost copped me a Fort Nelson Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they're my cousin (my cousin) I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband I'm in some Balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen (12) I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (uh) I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' Yeah!

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