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Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London Lyrics

I don't need new friends
I don't like fake friends
Only here to make M's
call when the check in (Check in)
I don't like partial, need a whole backend
Fresh outta London, she still got a accent
The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas
If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him
I got me a bad bitch, the cover of Maxim
The comments is shook up
they throwin' a tantrum, yeah

Wrist is flooded, no competition
can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit
I'm lit, they know it
they wanna hate on the music
but I'm makin' hits
These hunnids, I throw 'em
I need like eighty a show
that's some minimum shit
I leave the house
and I'm wearin' some shit
you can't get and I swear this shit
cost like a brick

I've been runnin' up M's all week, I'm a vet
Quick trip for the bag, fell asleep on the jet
On a different time, this a Audemars Piguet
See eight bad bitches
like the brand new 'Vette (Skrrt)
We gon' get 'em all, why the fuck
I would I stress?
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted to a check
And she gon' say it's love
but she know I want the sex, bitch
Don't you dare leave a hickey on my neck
'Cause the Cullinan massage my back
I'm stressed (I'm stressed)
Stars in the roof, get the bitch undressed
With an ass like that, I forget my ex (Haha)
Racks like this meant that God, I'm blessed
I been on top, I should beat my chest
Tell you that she loyal
we gon' put her to the test
Wanna lose your bitch? Well, then be my guest
'Cause I been real cold in this Moncler vest

I don't need new friends
I don't like fake friends
Only here to make M's, call when the check in
I don't like partial, need a whole backend
Fresh outta London, she still got a accent
The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas
If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him
I got me a bad bitch, the cover of Maxim
The comments is shook up
they throwin' a tantrum, yeah (Yeah)

Wrist is flooded, no competition
can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit
I'm lit, they know it
they wanna hate on the music
but I'm makin' hits
These hunnids, I throw 'em
I need like eighty a show, that's
some minimum shit
I leave the house and I'm wearin'
some shit you can't get
and I swear this shit cost like a brick