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London Pie in Quantum Beats (feat. YUNG DRE & Yung Kasso) Video (MV)






Tee Jayy - London Pie in Quantum Beats (feat. YUNG DRE & Yung Kasso) Lyrics




Working through the weekend, hands up like I'm in defense

Late night ride through Houston, in the back I'm watching Cleveland
Smoking all my Deltas, taking flights to shop in Neiman
Replay about three more times, just hold my hook on my features
X my X and XYZ, now that's fulfill my bars

But she might be the next to be so she can drill my boys
Go naughty on this beat like Santa still gon' give you toys
And this a silent kill but body bags still making noise
Focus on my goals like it's a game of playing soccer

But fam don't get too close, see they get close so they can knock ya
My unc say this lifestyle gon' get you low and give you problems
But all I want is a house, a bad bitch and a helicopter
Just hit my first M and on this track, reflect to that

And when I drive I vibe to take care, respect to that
A album ahead of it's time with no time like what is that
No speaking, not a turn, just hold your hands like I eject
Ayy, still loaded, Perky might have him in focus

Perky is having my focus, Perky is having my focus
Ayy, still loaded, up on that Glock and I blow it
Up on that Glock and I blew it, up on that Glock and I blew it
Ayy, still hold it, lil 100s in my pocket I'm holding

Lil 100s in my pocket I'm holding lil 100s in my pocket I'm holding
Ayy, I'm holding, you're bitch in my dick and I throw her
You're bitch in my dick and I throw her
You're bitch in my dick and she throw it

Ayy, I stroke it, I'm going up from here
Ain't going up from here
Ayy, I'm going up from here
Ayy, ayy, nigga you talking like you bout to lie

I'ma just hit you ass right with the pipe
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get all of this cash up
I gotta go run these bands up

You said you really a bands up
That chopper make him turn to a dancer
He's a dancer, he dances just like Pocahontas
You run up on me, you a hater

I'ma turn you to a sprayer
I swear, uh
You niggas you too sweat, yeah
Ayy, over

I'm f*cking on her and her friend
Yeah, we born to win
Whole lot of money in the pocket we spend
I don't give a f*ck what we in

But I know it's foreign
And I know we turn
Drinking on her bottle
Oh, she super turnt, oh yeah

Placing on the bitch, oh yeah
I keep my grass in plan
Oh, I got the plans to get rich, yeah
That's what it is

She said she love how I move it
How I stick and move
She love how the way I groove it
How I know I do

Yeah, it caught me so in
You know just how we remove
I can't f*ck with you
Cause you is not my f*cking boo

I might f*ck on you
But I can never love on you
Baby, you know how we do it
So that's what we do

Yeah, so, so
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Working through the weekend, hands up like I'm in defense

Late night ride through Houston, in the back I'm watching Cleveland
Smoking all my Deltas, taking flights to shop in Neiman
Replay about three more times, just hold my hook on my features
X my X and XYZ, now that's fulfill my bars

But she might be the next to be so she can drill my boys
Go naughty on this beat like Santa still gon' give you toys
And this a silent kill but body bags still making noise
Focus on my goals like it's a game of playing soccer

But fam don't get too close, see they get close so they can knock ya
My unc say this lifestyle gon' get you low and give you problems
But all I want is a house, a bad bitch and a helicopter
Just hit my first M and on this track, reflect to that

And when I drive I vibe to take care, respect to that
A album ahead of it's time with no time like what is that
No speaking, not a turn, just hold your hands like I eject
Ayy, still loaded, Perky might have him in focus

Perky is having my focus, Perky is having my focus
Ayy, still loaded, up on that Glock and I blow it
Up on that Glock and I blew it, up on that Glock and I blew it
Ayy, still hold it, lil 100s in my pocket I'm holding

Lil 100s in my pocket I'm holding lil 100s in my pocket I'm holding
Ayy, I'm holding, you're bitch in my dick and I throw her
You're bitch in my dick and I throw her
You're bitch in my dick and she throw it

Ayy, I stroke it, I'm going up from here
Ain't going up from here
Ayy, I'm going up from here
Ayy, ayy, nigga you talking like you bout to lie

I'ma just hit you ass right with the pipe
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get all of this cash up
I gotta go run these bands up

You said you really a bands up
That chopper make him turn to a dancer
He's a dancer, he dances just like Pocahontas
You run up on me, you a hater

I'ma turn you to a sprayer
I swear, uh
You niggas you too sweat, yeah
Ayy, over

I'm f*cking on her and her friend
Yeah, we born to win
Whole lot of money in the pocket we spend
I don't give a f*ck what we in

But I know it's foreign
And I know we turn
Drinking on her bottle
Oh, she super turnt, oh yeah

Placing on the bitch, oh yeah
I keep my grass in plan
Oh, I got the plans to get rich, yeah
That's what it is

She said she love how I move it
How I stick and move
She love how the way I groove it
How I know I do

Yeah, it caught me so in
You know just how we remove
I can't f*ck with you
Cause you is not my f*cking boo

I might f*ck on you
But I can never love on you
Baby, you know how we do it
So that's what we do

Yeah, so, so
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Writer: Christopher Madden, Tavaries Green, John Stevenson
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