You wanna see me? Gotta pay a fee
You could've paid your lil' rent, you want war with me
Lookin' full, Bahama' breeze but I ain't tryna eat (nah)
I come through regulatin' like I'm Warren G (mm-hmm)
I be swappin', switchin' cards, keep maxin' 'em out (for real)
My homie say he leavin' London, goin' back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy, you ain't fast as the Glock
You know I'm blessed and highly favored, I been laughin' a lot
We takin' flights back and forth, I'm tryna get to the show (yeah)
I almost lost my passport but ain't forgettin' the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot, but you ain't gettin' the lo'
I'm trippin', geekin' off my mind, paid a stack for the 'locs (stylin')
Ain't no pressure or no paper, shooters stack every shot (come on)
Keep the dirt between the gang, that's how niggas get mopped (man)
Raisin' hell from the East got me feelin' like mobs
I'm in Paris goin' off, Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just to serve me the Wock'
Who the f*ck you niggas' jewelers? Somethin' wrong with your watch
Talkin' down about the MOB, they hit him all in his top (yeah)
My neck glisten, hittin' litty like the fourth of July
You know I'm loyal but I'ma still need more of the guap (I'm lo' lo')
When you chose to live this life, you can't cry about problems (never)
Build a label for the mansion then fly out some vibes (know that)
I'm on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit, I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain't T.I. (nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas G.I. (hitmaker)
I close a deal right by my phone, my lawyer said, "go"
My kids bein' disrespectful, keep on callin' me "G.O.A.T."
I came out it like Ali, they had me all on the ropes (on the ropes)
I'm thankin' God, should thank my pops, he taught me all that I know
I'm one of one, from the concrete, they watchin' me grow
I never think I fell off, I'm in the spots where its low
I had to tell him watch his mouth before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with a heart full of gold
You ain't never strapped yo' nuts and put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost it all on the stove
Babyface Ray - Leaving London Lyrics
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You wanna see me? Gotta pay a fee
You could've paid your lil' rent, you want war with me
Lookin' full, Bahama' breeze but I ain't tryna eat (nah)
I come through regulatin' like I'm Warren G (mm-hmm)
I be swappin', switchin' cards, keep maxin' 'em out (for real)
My homie say he leavin' London, goin' back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy, you ain't fast as the Glock
You know I'm blessed and highly favored, I been laughin' a lot
We takin' flights back and forth, I'm tryna get to the show (yeah)
I almost lost my passport but ain't forgettin' the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot, but you ain't gettin' the lo'
I'm trippin', geekin' off my mind, paid a stack for the 'locs (stylin')
Ain't no pressure or no paper, shooters stack every shot (come on)
Keep the dirt between the gang, that's how niggas get mopped (man)
Raisin' hell from the East got me feelin' like mobs
I'm in Paris goin' off, Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just to serve me the Wock'
Who the f*ck you niggas' jewelers? Somethin' wrong with your watch
Talkin' down about the MOB, they hit him all in his top (yeah)
My neck glisten, hittin' litty like the fourth of July
You know I'm loyal but I'ma still need more of the guap (I'm lo' lo')
When you chose to live this life, you can't cry about problems (never)
Build a label for the mansion then fly out some vibes (know that)
I'm on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit, I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain't T.I. (nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas G.I. (hitmaker)
I close a deal right by my phone, my lawyer said, "go"
My kids bein' disrespectful, keep on callin' me "G.O.A.T."
I came out it like Ali, they had me all on the ropes (on the ropes)
I'm thankin' God, should thank my pops, he taught me all that I know
I'm one of one, from the concrete, they watchin' me grow
I never think I fell off, I'm in the spots where its low
I had to tell him watch his mouth before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with a heart full of gold
You ain't never strapped yo' nuts and put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost it all on the stove
You could've paid your lil' rent, you want war with me
Lookin' full, Bahama' breeze but I ain't tryna eat (nah)
I come through regulatin' like I'm Warren G (mm-hmm)
I be swappin', switchin' cards, keep maxin' 'em out (for real)
My homie say he leavin' London, goin' back to the block (I know)
The box on it, trust me, boy, you ain't fast as the Glock
You know I'm blessed and highly favored, I been laughin' a lot
We takin' flights back and forth, I'm tryna get to the show (yeah)
I almost lost my passport but ain't forgettin' the dope
I met her, drove her to the spot, but you ain't gettin' the lo'
I'm trippin', geekin' off my mind, paid a stack for the 'locs (stylin')
Ain't no pressure or no paper, shooters stack every shot (come on)
Keep the dirt between the gang, that's how niggas get mopped (man)
Raisin' hell from the East got me feelin' like mobs
I'm in Paris goin' off, Marni down to the sock
Got dealers on my guest list just to serve me the Wock'
Who the f*ck you niggas' jewelers? Somethin' wrong with your watch
Talkin' down about the MOB, they hit him all in his top (yeah)
My neck glisten, hittin' litty like the fourth of July
You know I'm loyal but I'ma still need more of the guap (I'm lo' lo')
When you chose to live this life, you can't cry about problems (never)
Build a label for the mansion then fly out some vibes (know that)
I'm on a boat in Amsterdam but Detroit, I reside
You can have whatever you want and I ain't T.I. (nah)
I am not an average Joe, these niggas G.I. (hitmaker)
I close a deal right by my phone, my lawyer said, "go"
My kids bein' disrespectful, keep on callin' me "G.O.A.T."
I came out it like Ali, they had me all on the ropes (on the ropes)
I'm thankin' God, should thank my pops, he taught me all that I know
I'm one of one, from the concrete, they watchin' me grow
I never think I fell off, I'm in the spots where its low
I had to tell him watch his mouth before he talk on my phone
I got a platinum Rolex with a heart full of gold
You ain't never strapped yo' nuts and put it all on the road
Say he tried to re-up and lost it all on the stove
Writer: Marcellus Register
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave