Lady London – D4M LYRICS

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I need a nigga that’s down for me
Type of nigga won’t play with my body
Might be sailing on Amalfi seas
Probably take me on a shopping spree
I need a nigga that’s down for me
The one I call on when I get lonely
Might be sailing on Amalfi seas
Probably take me on a shopping spree

I told this nigga: fly me out the globe
Just to get out the cold
The way this nigga goin’
I might have to put up the rose
Emilio Pucci, like what’s Gucci?
I’m sick of Katana, enough sushi
(Oh no)
That ain’t what I’m into
Papa, keep it real
I won’t even close friend you
I’ma keep it chill
You could fly me to Brazil
Or you can fly me to Korea
I won’t even post Kimchi
I’m more Fenty
Robyn, I’m Rihanna
I be silent…
I be private
Drop an album every century
I do all of that trippin’
But he don’t play about me
And his forehead kisses just take the gangsta’ out me
Oou

Dior
Cold when I got ice on
Lyor
(Cohen)
Plus I got the hype y’all feed off:
The watches, diamonds
The islands, private (sheesh)
It ain’t trickin’ if you got it
One drink, it’s gonna turn into a fight
This sneaky link finna’ turn me to a wife
It’s been a month
Wanna turn it to a life?
Shit, we drunk, let’s just focus on the night
Tell me what it cost for Spade
When you rap like Hov do?
This nigga paid but he antisocial
I look all in your eyes, it’s all clear
Big Scorpio vibes, it’s all there (Ha)