Renegade
Yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
Yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
Yeah, yeah
All these bitches, hoes, and all that shit
I'm fresh and tryna, tryna fuck and never call that bitch
I keep a Trojan on a nigga, never [?] that bitch
I need that pussy, ass and mouth and all that shit
I need the brand new fucking Bentley out the lot, bitch
Drop 300 racks and ride the motherfucking stock, bitch
Took my bitch right to the mall [?] block, bitch
Drop it on the floor and pop that pussy for [?], bitch
'Cause I got the [?] so, so, so wet, 'bout to rock it fast
Ay, AK-47, 'bout to pop this ass
I came in the party with some [?] and a powder bag
I got freaky bitches and they dipping in the powder bag
When fucking with the bitch I can't remember thee
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I just caught a flight straight up to London
I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking, bud
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
I need the brand new fucking Bently out the lot, bitch
Drop 300 racks and ride the motherfucking stock, bitch
She was straight from Paris, parents reach her 'bout some stock shit
Million dollar pussy, let me fuck it on a yatch, bitch
'Cause I got the [?] so, so, so wet, 'bout to rock it fast
Ay, AK-47, 'bout to pop this ass
I came in the party with some [?] and a powder bag
I got freaky bitches and they dipping in the powder bag
All the bitches, hoes, and all that shit
I need the pussy, ass and mouth and all that shit
I need the cash, car, bank account and all that shit
If seen with it, I'mma fuck it, never call that bitch
I thought I told you, [?],
I just caught a flight straight up to London
I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking
[?] put me in a foreign, it was nothing
Jamaica to Australia, every country I'll be fucking, bud
When fucking with the bitch I can't remember thee
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I just caught a flight straight up to London
I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking, bud
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Yeah, yeah
(I just caught a flight straight up to London) [?]
I just caught a flight straight up to London (yeah)
I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
(I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
Every country I'll be fucking, yeah)
I'm drunk, that's what I got, my bud
I don't know if that shit work, I just know that
That's what I got for you, you know
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
Yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
I just caught a flight straight up to London, nigga
Yeah, yeah
All these bitches, hoes, and all that shit
I'm fresh and tryna, tryna fuck and never call that bitch
I keep a Trojan on a nigga, never [?] that bitch
I need that pussy, ass and mouth and all that shit
I need the brand new fucking Bentley out the lot, bitch
Drop 300 racks and ride the motherfucking stock, bitch
Took my bitch right to the mall [?] block, bitch
Drop it on the floor and pop that pussy for [?], bitch
'Cause I got the [?] so, so, so wet, 'bout to rock it fast
Ay, AK-47, 'bout to pop this ass
I came in the party with some [?] and a powder bag
I got freaky bitches and they dipping in the powder bag
When fucking with the bitch I can't remember thee
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I just caught a flight straight up to London
I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking, bud
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
I need the brand new fucking Bently out the lot, bitch
Drop 300 racks and ride the motherfucking stock, bitch
She was straight from Paris, parents reach her 'bout some stock shit
Million dollar pussy, let me fuck it on a yatch, bitch
'Cause I got the [?] so, so, so wet, 'bout to rock it fast
Ay, AK-47, 'bout to pop this ass
I came in the party with some [?] and a powder bag
I got freaky bitches and they dipping in the powder bag
All the bitches, hoes, and all that shit
I need the pussy, ass and mouth and all that shit
I need the cash, car, bank account and all that shit
If seen with it, I'mma fuck it, never call that bitch
I thought I told you, [?],
I just caught a flight straight up to London
I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking
[?] put me in a foreign, it was nothing
Jamaica to Australia, every country I'll be fucking, bud
When fucking with the bitch I can't remember thee
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
No, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I just caught a flight straight up to London
I'm tryna fly to Russia, every country I'll be fucking, bud
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Man, I don't know the hoe but she remember me
Yeah, yeah
(I just caught a flight straight up to London) [?]
I just caught a flight straight up to London (yeah)
I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
(I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
I just caught a flight straight up to London, yeah
Every country I'll be fucking, yeah)
I'm drunk, that's what I got, my bud
I don't know if that shit work, I just know that
That's what I got for you, you know
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Writer(s): Daniel Kin Jun Chien, Freddy Gibbs, Gary Scott Richards
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