fresh outta london

Singer: jake paul

i don't need new friends

i don't like fake friends

only here to make ms

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

the 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 hundreds

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 ms 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

are we gon' get 'em all

why the fuck 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

i don't need new friends

i don't like fake friends

only here to make ms

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

the 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