London City lyrics

[Intro Little Woo’ & Fredo]
But right now it's little Woo’
Whiskey, Dun know
Shout out da gang, shout out my n*gga Fredo
C-R and dat we’re locking down ah 1-0
We’re Tuna-in-a-sock Gang
Look-
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang!
Aye!-
You know how we holding dis’ sh*t down
Got sh*t “locked and boxed”
Where are you lot, like what wing are you lot on right now?
B-Wing
Yea??
Man just “locked da box” right now but, you know how we are
Bare-1

[Chorus]
This is London, Let me show you bout the city life (City Life!)
I riding in my foreign car, I’m wit ah city spice (Ah City Spice!)
I got ah Country-Phone, My n*gga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling me the city's mine
We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem (Never!)
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM (True!)
And now I'm 22 and model’s slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while I'm slidin' in the deep end
[Verse 1]
This the street life
n*gga, you're a lair but you eat right? (Liar!)
My n*ggas out in Leicester gettin' rich up of ah B-Line (Bro!)
It's been a month I've been to Harvey Nichols three times
I used to eat the zinger meals, Working with the cheap grind
Now I'm eating steak and shrimp, it came out of the seaside (Splash!)
I might meet the girl of your dreams in my meantime
I'm missing all my Day-1 bruv, I swear they gotta free mine
Since Billy's been lockdown, I been released 3 times
That’s Bro-Bro
I don't laugh at jokes, that are homo
I can't believe these strangers are asking for photos
It's madness!
I've got a south gyal, I call “Badness”
The secret to making her suck, Is a magnum (Shhh!)
I'm ridin' with H-R’s and weapons in traffic
You're stupid to come, To the H-R and slap it
These Louis’s I’m wearing, Look made by some cactus
Them n*ggas, you're round, they look made by some actors

[Chorus]
This is London, Let me show you bout the city life (City Life!)
I riding in my foreign car, I’m wit ah city spice (Ah City Spice!)
I got ah Country-Phone, My n*gga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling me the city's mine
We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem (Never!)
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM (True!)
And now I'm 22 and model’s slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while I'm slidin' in the deep end
[Verse 2]
I'm on the night shift
And if it ain't Old Street then its Knightsbridge
I'm the type to want some socks and end up spending 5 jibs
And I was driving way before I had a license
I ain't rich yet I'm still in the trap ducking trident
Cause they're f*cking with me
Told my old friends they don't mean nuthin' to me
We used to chill but now the pus*y-boy is cutting from me (Run!)
He saw the way I whip he had to put his trust into me
My belly used to rumble had to put some lunch into me
And now it's adding up I told the waitress “I ain't into the salad stuff” (Mmhm-Mmhm!)
Cook my steak right and bring a bottle of the flashy stuff (Now!)
And you can't take my b*tch cause’ she ain't with the tacky stuff (Nope!)
And n*ggas know it's Patten Gang we're with the scatty stuff (Bro!)
I'm ridin' with a sentence I ain't with the lackey stuff
And n*ggas better move clear, if Mello has had enough (Move!)
And you can't even flex on me cause’ you ain't had enough
I've eaten 4 times today and you ain't had ah lunch

[Chorus]
This is London, Let me show you bout the city life (City Life!)
I riding in my foreign car, I’m wit ah city spice (Ah City Spice!)
I got ah Country-Phone, My n*gga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling me the city's mine
We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem (Never!)
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM (True!)
And now I'm 22 and model’s slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while I'm slidin' in the deep end