Trip To London Songtext

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Trip To London Songtext
He never really saw the bullet coming, no type of instinct for running
I wish he would have came with me to London
I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missile, snap a bone grissle
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
defuse the K9, look, I keep one on your waistline
A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine? Shots of Tequila when that chain's mine
I wear bullet proof transform, leave a number on who made mine
Smoking that gray pine, they save mine
I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it

You ain't never gonna die homes
Two more, fuck the liar fool
Two more, fuck the liar fool
Tryina pull cases on like a eye for me

Jet life was, never die us
Mind gooses with the stunt pegs in my seat, has devised replies
Screws loose but the game was tighter
Al Pacino, Robert Lojer, Michelle Pfeiffer
All survived the action because they was actors
This real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clappin
We gon have to polick you if you can't move a little faster
They were sparing your sister out of respect but now they getting at er
Cuz you goin home, shit don't matter
Shit cold as fuck but we know every day it happened
Some people never knew until the first 48 came through the television
But my niggas really livin in it fool

They didn't see it coming
Dope type with instincts for running
I wish you would've came with me to London

You didn't see it coming
Dope type with instincts for running
I wish you would've came to London

He didn't see it coming
Dope type with instincts for running
I wish you would've came with me to London

You didn't see it coming
Dope type with instincts for running
I wish you would've came to London
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