Viral

Crazy how I got her nigga sprung bad
And I ain't talking rapping
When I say this nigga tongue spazz
Slurp it up
Take a little more for me to open up
I'm sipping coconuts in the summer sun that i'm soaking up
He's dope as fuck
He gave me what I wanted the most
And I don't believe in love
But you cutting it close
I'm holding up some shoes like
"The silver or gold?"
He said "I'll never make you choose
I'ma get you them both
To Tell the truth:
I am nothing like your ex"
I'm thinking, word? Is that a promise or a threat?
He like you hеard me, I don't speak unless its facts
Havе you on a private jet
With Phillipe in your Patek
Ain't it crazy how that turn me on?
He got his Rollie on while he reaching out for his burner phone
Coppers all along
On the corner that we was turning on
Sirens going off, and I'm explaining how they got it wrong
Nike tech fleece with the scammer fit on
CD player got the pieces I been jamming in 'em
Cop talking like you must've left your manners at home
I said I promise that I will
Unless my man is at home
So do your job, nigga
Don't want to have to get involved with you
Since i'm humble and gracious, I'll make it sweet
What you making every week, is probably sitting on my feet
And my nigga won't make a peep before you take his freedom of speech
Boss lady I do boss things
Catch me everywhere from Bronx river to palm springs
I could put you on things
The ugly bitches always want to bring the heat to me
Cause other pretty women, never wanna beef with me
If I see bad bitch, I tell her link with me
We run these nigga's pockets at an elevated frequency
I love niggas that'll get that dough poppin'
Like bring your sister, I'm a take y'all both shopping
Oh you with your other girl? NO problem
Group trip to the islands
You could tell 'em that I got em
I look at other women lose, never bat an eye
Long as the bottom of my shoes Kappa Alpha Psi
I'm talking bloody like a nupe, when I'm stepping, nigga
Walking by, turning every neck like omega niggas
I'm balling different
Was born to flex
Like life, I'm here one minute then gone the next
Oh you mad cause i'm styling on it
But your Range got a hundred-thousand miles up on
I am not the type of chick that you could play with, at all
You got six more years before you pay that shit off
My nigga what!
This is Lady London, and you are now tuned into The Boss Tape
You know what the fuck going on