Wretch 32 - Londoner lyrics

[Hook: Loick Essien] Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, I'm a Londoner, I'mma I'mma Londoner Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, that I love London Town Maybe it's because, Maybe it's because, OH!! Maybe it's because, Maybe it's because, I'm a Londoner, I'mma I'mma Londoner.. [Verse 1: Wretch 32] Maybe it's the way I get my hair cut Or the way I go faster when I'm geared up Or the way that I step out on the stage And make the ladies scream like a actress in the theatre Yes I'm so London, little bit of Yards in me They're shooting, no they're recording me And I'm movin, like I'm on a half of speed, I'm my own boss, nobody can tark for free Get it? Chyeah I don't walk with piece But the chain still swinging like Tarzan G n***as claim that they're in it for the long run But I'll leave em dazed when they see me run past em n***as ain't as smart as me I say give me 3 nines and they call police I say I want the rewind and they forward me Say I'm feeling too fresh, now they call me G [Hook: Loick Essien] [Verse 2: Chip] Anywhere I go I do it major The ape in me makes me go bananas for that paper Council estate dreams, product of my environment Red and blue lights shine from my chain, no more sirens no From a house party where you might see a k**ing yes To a nice party where you might see a k**ing spent on living, expensive sipping You can tell it's cream by the way that we're whipping Paps wanna pap us, flyer than when they flash us Been a Topboy since listening to Asher Clean cut karat, got my haters looking horrid I'm a Megaman, the stone in my ear is so solid London Boy, bank full of pounds, never banked on me then? Bank on me now C's up, yeah I'm still Chippy You know I'm going hard for the city what the f** am I?! [Hook: Loick Essien] [Verse 3: Professor Green] PG did it, no tints on the whip, mm-mm I want you to see me in it 197 if I wanna but I drive slow- Nought to fifty awfully swiftly Over bridges, under tunnels, laps of the city man I don't mean Manny when I say that I'm a city fan Love my city, LON till the d**h of me Chicks wanna pin me down, trying to wrestle me Figure fours, four figures give me more 20 bags plus for me to even leave my door, cor Wardrobe full of Givienchy and Dior Who'd have thought it'd be like this when I was watching Eeyore? Been doing this for donkeys, ain't nothing new to me We call bags quids, one fifth on my j**ellery Real G's getting real P's quick, ain't it a b**h Clean money got us filthy rich, sick life [Hook: Loick Essien]