Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London (en) Lyrics
Girl 1: ugh, the ubers in
calabasas take forever.
Girl 2: try lyft.
Girl 1: so jake, when
you fighting ksi?
Jake: shit. I don't know. Whenever
he stops playing fifa.
Girl 2: he tried to dm me.
Girl 1: girl same! But I heard
it was like this...
J-j-joey
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
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
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
Stars in the roof, get
the bitch undressed
With an ass like that, I forget my ex
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
Only here to make m's, call
when the check in
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