London Lo - Watered Down

This aint no watered down
I got that drip
Aint gotta flex
That faucet leaky now
We in and out
And got no time
Them boys be geeking out
When I walk in
All eyes on me
And it is not a sound
Not a sound
He like me cause I’m gettin my own cash yeah
He like a girl with something in the back yeah
Not too much, but just enough to grab
He tellin all the boys I’m gettin half
Cause this that wifey type
Doin tricks and bite you type
Have you up all night
Stay wit London on your mind
I aint regular
Im spectacular
Aint no Pretty Ricky
But I’m very pretty sir
Imma sip tea wit my girls
Hit the tree tree wit my boys
In the VIP but of course
They gon NV me Cal Boy
Can’t nobody say they my enemy, out loud
Can’t no stranger say they a friend to me, nah nah
Can’t no hater say it to my face, that rah rah
I’m killing shit broad day, yah yah
Gimme the bands gimme the ring gimme the gold
Gimme the fans gimme the team gimme the show
I be booked and busy I aint in right now
You be catching feelings cause I’m up right now
Can’t nobody say they my enemy, out loud
Can’t no stranger say they a friend to me, nah nah
Can’t no hater say it to my face, that rah rah
I’m killing shit broad day, yah yah
If its time to go then we can roll
I’d much rather chill on the low
Always best when don’t nobody know
Don’t nobody know
This aint no watered down
I got that drip
Aint gotta flex
That faucet leaky now
We in and out
And got no time
Them boys be geeking out
When I walk in
All eyes on me
And it is not a sound
Not a sound
Tell me what you need and you can have it
Cause if you winning then I’m winning, thats that magic
If I got it, you can get it automatic
You aint stingy wit you Bengys, so romantic
This that new kinda love
That ride for you kinda love
Catch me all year actin up
Aw yeah aw yeah
When I come through count it up
Them dollar bills stacking up
No pressing snooze get it up
Aw yeah
Tryna catch the vibe that only I can provide
They waiting on me
Waiting on me
Don't you give me no side eyes
My boys’ll be out side
They waitin on you
Waitin on you
Can’t nobody say they my enemy, out loud
Can’t no stranger say they a friend to me, nah nah
Can’t no hater say it to my face, that rah rah
I’m killing shit broad day, yah yah
If its time to go then we can roll
I’d much rather chill on the low
Always best when don’t nobody know
Don’t nobody know
This aint no watered down
I got that drip
Aint gotta flex
That faucet leaky now
We in and out
And got no time
Them boys be geeking out
When I walk in
All eyes on me
And it is not a sound
Not a sound

Written by:
Whitney Clark

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