Fivio Foreign - London Freestyle Lyrics

London Freestyle Lyrics by Fivio Foreign is a New English song from the album “B.I.B.L.E (Deluxe)” sung by popular rapper Fivio Foreign. Lyrics of this song are written by Fivio Foreign and music produced by SDZ Beats.

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London Freestyle Lyrics

You would’ve thought I wasn’t gon’ win
(You would’ve thought I wasn’t gon’ win)
Roll another opp, blow it in the wind (Baow, grrt)
(You wanna know what money sounds like?)
Yeah, I took a loss, take it on the chin (Baow, yeah)
(Here comes the money sound)
Hmm, another ni**a died, we tell him “Spin” (Grrt, yeah)

If I know he did it, I give him a grin
If I know she with it, I give her a glimpse
I be bustin’ moves, I don’t gotta flinch
Baby, I’m a boss, I could pay your rent
Huh, I’m OC (OC), not OT (Nah, not OT, nah)
I be hypin’ myself in the mirror, like, “Go me”, look, huh
He said he travel, no he don’t (Uh)
State to state, that’s all he know (Skrrt)
I’m out in Paris, by the Rollie store
Got the Gucci slides, with the open toes (Uh)
Huh (Woo), woo
(Got the Gucci slides, with the open toes)
Yeah (Haha), yeah, yeah, look
(Got the Gucci slides), yeah, look, uh
Ni**a, from here on (Ni**a, from here on)
A hundred-thousand to clear songs (Yeah)
That ni**a die if he stare wrong (Baow)
I’ve been in London for bare long (Yeah)
Bro, this is Fivi’ in rare form (Uh)
I might do the Nikes for a year long (Uh)
All of these diamonds to get on (Uh)
Can’t sit at the table, your chair gone (Nah)
I got a rich bi**h (I got a rich bi**h)
And she like rich s**t, huh (She like rich s**t)
She’ll pay twenty-thousand for a trip
Just to take a fit pic’ (Yeah), huh
If she get out of line
She get dismissed (Yeah)
If it come out his mouth, he get his lip split (Baow)
Ni**a, what, you ain’t hear me on Big Drip? (What?)
Ni**a, I fell in love with a lit bi**h (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Two guns (Two guns), big clip (Big clip)
Headshot (Headhost), wig split (Wig split)
I call Dala’, he like, “Get, get” (Get, get)
Yeah, them ni***s fake, they can’t handle the truth
I pay the stylist to handle the shoes
I take a percy’ to handle my mood
It keep me calm, it help me not to shoot (Grrt, baow)
I gotta win, I got too much to lose (Huh)
Yeah (Yeah), my little shooter got too much to prove (Grrt, baow)
Boom (Ha), I gotta win, I got too much to lose (Yeah)
Ha, my little shooter got too much to prove, huh (Uh, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, T
I been doin’ a lot of label s**t
A lot of songs for the radio
(Songs for the radio)
A lot of songs for the girls
(Songs for the girls)
This s**t is strictly for the streets (Huh, huh)
I had to feed the streets (Fivi’)
We turnt up, you know what I’m sayin’?
New money, new places
Hahaha, different colors
(Different colored money)
They know where I’m from
(They know where I’m from)
Huh, they know what I’m on
(They know what I’m on)
Huh (Hahaha), yeah (Yeah), uh (Uh)