London Roads (Clean)

Song: London Roads

Artist: Lil Wayne

Lyrics: Lil Wayne

Composed: London on da Track

Weed and syrup, yeah

(We got London on da Track)

All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes

I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose

And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove

You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road

Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine

And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de

I got that yay, I got that la-di-da-di-da

And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan

Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad

No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons

I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven

I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy

All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant

So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em

Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly"

Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me

Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall

Two hoes on my arm

Fur boots when it's warm

Church shoes to play ball

I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog

Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me

All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes

Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes

Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost

Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO

Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles

All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul

Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros

Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold

Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls

Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors

I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard"

They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors

Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway

I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake

Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K

I be spendin' 25K every 5 days

I sent my girl on a spa day

'Cause Hood just came with them chickens

I don't want you in the house, bae

Plus we need the kitchen

Lord, trap house in abundance

We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me

(We got London on da Track)

Hol' up, had to switch the flow up

Had to pour up, roll some more up

Watch me go up, my doors go up

When I show up, why you show up?

Pick my bro up, pick a O up

Hit the store up, get a soda

Get us four cups, split a four up

Then we slow up, yeah, you know us

Then we toast cups and we post up

Don't approach us, we got toasters

That's my slime, like we ghostbust

And we both bust, give no fucks

Take no stuff and take your stuff

Then ho hunt for some chocha

I know a ho who'll rock the boat

But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord

I remember when I was no one, Lord

When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards

Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer

Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters

Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor

And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent

So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me

'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy

Oh Lord