Fuck The World (Summer In London) Remix
Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Don't open your mouth if you ain't speaking good to me
I ain't built like him
You fuckin' with a G
Just 'cause I fuck you, that don't mean I trust you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes, baby
Fuck me crazy and I'll tell you 'bout me
I was nothin' at all
Took a trip to London just to hear how they talk
Back to 410
You should hear how they talk
He might be Mr. Track and Field but I done ran through 'em all
Yeah, that nigga play D1 but you still watch how we ball
I ain't never home for long but you pull up when I call
All the hood niggas respect me
Strippers wanna sex me
You bluffed on him
Now he mad because you let me
If it ain't fucked up, don't change it
I'd prolly be dead if I was basic
Would you still give me head if I had day shifts?
I work when I want
I do what I want
She get what she want
I call her my wishing wand
Wash it off when you top me off you know I be slumped
Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us texting (yeah)
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is" (Tony)
Breath of fresh air from the bando to Buckhead
You was so far ahead, did I catch up? I mustered, that saucy
Not Ross but bossy (bossy)
Put her legs in the air nine months after, that car seat (ooh)
Hand on her batty (batty)
Lower back, arch it (arch it)
Crib in L.A., I go next door to party
Real ones, no weaklings
Concerned 'bout minglings
Got a question for you, how you thick and you petite? (How?)
Beat it up, a lil' skeet, skeet, from the Southside, a lil' Keke
If she got that good head, might put that throat on repeat
Make her make the bed up just to fuck her, I'm a neat freak (do it)
And I'm from Atlanta, got a bloodline full of Freaknik
I'm right there where the looters are or somewhere at a hookah bar
Flew to London just to shop, I told 'em, "I'll be back tomorrow"
In the back like ad-libs, silk on my mattress (silk)
Condo in Jupiter, do you want my address? (Yeah)
Fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Don't come around, if you ain't close to me
I ain't built like them, you gotta work for me
Just 'cause I haunt you it don't mean I want you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes
Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Don't open your mouth if you ain't speaking good to me
I ain't built like him
You fuckin' with a G
Just 'cause I fuck you, that don't mean I trust you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes, baby
Fuck me crazy and I'll tell you 'bout me
I was nothin' at all
Took a trip to London just to hear how they talk
Back to 410
You should hear how they talk
He might be Mr. Track and Field but I done ran through 'em all
Yeah, that nigga play D1 but you still watch how we ball
I ain't never home for long but you pull up when I call
All the hood niggas respect me
Strippers wanna sex me
You bluffed on him
Now he mad because you let me
If it ain't fucked up, don't change it
I'd prolly be dead if I was basic
Would you still give me head if I had day shifts?
I work when I want
I do what I want
She get what she want
I call her my wishing wand
Wash it off when you top me off you know I be slumped
Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us texting (yeah)
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is" (Tony)
Breath of fresh air from the bando to Buckhead
You was so far ahead, did I catch up? I mustered, that saucy
Not Ross but bossy (bossy)
Put her legs in the air nine months after, that car seat (ooh)
Hand on her batty (batty)
Lower back, arch it (arch it)
Crib in L.A., I go next door to party
Real ones, no weaklings
Concerned 'bout minglings
Got a question for you, how you thick and you petite? (How?)
Beat it up, a lil' skeet, skeet, from the Southside, a lil' Keke
If she got that good head, might put that throat on repeat
Make her make the bed up just to fuck her, I'm a neat freak (do it)
And I'm from Atlanta, got a bloodline full of Freaknik
I'm right there where the looters are or somewhere at a hookah bar
Flew to London just to shop, I told 'em, "I'll be back tomorrow"
In the back like ad-libs, silk on my mattress (silk)
Condo in Jupiter, do you want my address? (Yeah)
Fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Don't come around, if you ain't close to me
I ain't built like them, you gotta work for me
Just 'cause I haunt you it don't mean I want you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes
Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
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Writer(s): David Patino, Christopher Wood, Jason Elmer Avalos
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