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blumpkin - london yellow lyrics

[verse 1: london yellow]
s*x on my mind, but a n*gga don’t be gettin’ played (yeah)
money on my mental, but a n*gga’s never gettin’ paid
probably ’cause i sit inside the crib and eat p**p all day
probably ’cause i’m cray*cray, my mental always been this way (yeah)
throwin’ up, n*ggas always like, “you must have been dropped on yo’ head”
i’m a chef, young boo, imma get some p**p and put it on slices of bread
but b*tches don’t like ’cause p**p on my breath
but i touch on they br**sts and they like it finesse
he said no, but i heard yes
if i see a dude, then i’m a rapist
i drew a picturе, can you rate this?
it’s a still*life of my f*ckin’ t*rd on a silk curtain
hard headеd, but my head hurtin’
spooky guy like tim burton
i spread my b*ttcheeks, get it spurtin’
london yellow is so disgurstin’
yeah, (shut up) what you do is not workin’
now my f*ckin’ godd*mn feelings hurtin’
bout to cry on the beat
i feel like ugly god every time i beat meat
i feel like i’m light skinned, i think i’m trendy
ooh*wee, i feel like i’m rick and morty
funniest sh*t that i even seen
don’t pop no pill, but i do heroin
doja cat played out, i need a new queen
i just want kuchan, i just want cheese
[interlude: ahse]
my n*gga, for real?
(f*cking london)
it’s, it’s exact* *sigh*
i guess, jesus christ
(f*ck) i’m recording
(sh*t*ass b*tch) alright
(f*ckin’) uh
yeah

[verse 2: ahse]
imma just hop on this song
’cause london just gave me some lotion, f*ck with the motion
i move with the movement, i farted, excuse me
your sh*t doesn’t move me unless it’s a movie (aaaaahhhh)
i hopped on this track, ’cause n*gga just gave me some crack
but who is in the suit?
this n*gga just told me he sellin’ his soul only for booty
but what type of booty? the one that excuses
dries, it flies, it’s hidden in thighs
i wanna go home, this n*gga is creepy
he singin’ ’bout pee*pees, (i wanna leave!) but he got the sauce
not talkin’ bout cece’s, i’ll serve you a three*piece
f*ck who my n*gga, this white kid just told me you diagnosed with ligma
f*ck is you saying, b*tch? i ain’t playin’
you talkin’ too much, your spit just sprayin’
and now i’m cravin’ some top
slop*sloppy as sh*t, you just lay on your back
and lay while you droppin’ this sh*t
blumpkin!
[outro: ahse]
okay, you got that
i have to pee, so take that (that f*ckin’)
(bit this stupid ass sh*t!)
b*tch!

- london yellow lyrics

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