Curren$y - Trip to London Lyrics
[feat. Fiend][Verse 1: Fiend]He never really saw the bullet comingNo type of instinct for runningI wish he would have came with me to LondonI never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscleAnd showed him how to make a missle, snap a bone gristleRed peppered the floors, only by the doorsIn case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tourConfuse the canine looking, and keep one on your waistlineA few thoughts when they really wanna chase mineWhy they wanna replace mine shots of tequila when I chase mineOne bullet proof transport, [?] number on who made mineSmoking that gray pine, they save mineI had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it[Interlude: Curren$y]Ain't never gon' die homesToo mu*****ing live for 'emTryna throw cases on him like a iPhone[Verse 2: Curren$y]Jet Lifers, never die-ersMongooses with the stunt pegs and my seat had the vice grip pliersScrews loose but the game was tighterAl Pacino, Robert Loggia, Michelle PfeifferAll survived the action cause they was actorsThis real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clappingWe gon' have to pour liquor if you can't move a lil' fasterThey was sparin' yo sister out of respect but now they getting at herCause you gone homes it done matterShit cold as ***** but we know everyday it happenSome people never knew until the First 48 came throughThe television but my niggas really living in it fool[Hook: x2]You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for runningI wish you would have came with me to LondonYou didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for runningI wish you would have came to London
