Cerose - London Reppin' lyrics

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Cerose - London Reppin' lyrics

[Intro/Hook:] London, reppin-reppin L-London, L-London, reppin hard L-L-London, London, reppin, reppin, reppin London, reppin hard, hard London, reppin, reppin, reppin L-L-London, reppin hard-hard [Verse 1: Cerose] Do it for the Queen F'n cold European The ... came in clean All the way from ... And we run the scene I love the f**ing fiends Just wanna touch my dreams And make it out these dungeon streets To Riverside apartments Wear Italian garments Flawless diamonds from the Jeweller down in Hatton Gardens London reppin hard Make a n***a leak overseas Thought it was BBC and Cups of Tea Get to know the speech Smokin weed and spliffs Gucci's are a fit Stick Shift on the German whip And we don't pay for tricks Play away on trips With the baddest b**h Jamaican-Chinese lighty mix Buy the stiff Supply the rich On some loner tip, slash Kerry Katona sh** A UK reppin man, but I'm from London town Real n***as linking up and making f**ing pounds [Hook:] [Verse 2: Ghetts] Reporting live from the LDN Sick thoughts inside an unhealthy head I got a victim standing in front of me Both hands straight up, 12 PM I'm out here, tryna get the belly Losing hope, too many failed attempts And a failed attempt don't help the Reds So I'm ready to take whatever the world presents I got a London mentality Mixed with a gunman's insanity I keep calm when it's going off I know how to function in anarchy Nobody can work me out when we first meet That's why a**umptions embarra** me I don't know what you pictured But when you witness the real you'll be stunned in the gallery I wanna see numbers in action I'll work 'till my body goes numb for a salary No days off, an' I work from morning to morning So I wanna call this a day job Graveyard shift, and it's haunted Still, I ain't cutting any corners None of my friends are born with a fortune I went to school with the Paupers I don't consider myself a boss but that's the only way to describe my sort of importance I'm a Londoner From the bottom, I was under ya I came up like a rookie and I promise that I've done the dance Now I'm backstage, mad waved Yeah...half an eighth and a crumbler I'm a Londoner [Hook:] [Verse 3: Black The Ripper] I'm reppin London hard Wear string vests like I'm back at yard Comfy out here You man look vexed; you're grumpy out here I've got my shades on; it's sunny out here Goons on deck, so touch me, I swear It's gonna get messy You man can't test me Both of you want that sh**, don't impress me (it don't) I've got a wave, no jetski Trill but deadly, call me Joe Pesci They want me dead, so why don't they dead me (they're all fake, blood!) When I see 'em on road they bread (truss) This scene don't make no sense G And the road to riches is lengthy I don't like waiting I try be patient but the frustration always gets me (Always!) I'm still live on set (still!) Still smoking weed 'till my eyes are red Still in the ends I ain't gone nowhere Picture me road, got a better chance seeing me with no hair f** your advice I don't care London city, I'm known here People make threats but they won't dare Try send for me, you'll get cold air All the girls want me because I'm so rare (I'm rare!) f** a job, I'm on the block I still buy whatever I want the whole year (standard!) Got the mind of a winner Life of a sinner f** a b**h, I cook my own dinner So independent, setting the trends There's no time to waste If you can't make money, we can't be friends I'm from London [Hook:]