Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

'Fresh Outta London' is the latest song performed by 'Jake Paul'. The music video is directed by Jake Paul & produced by Nolan Riddle & Marcos Guerrero. The song was released at 'Jake Paul' official youtube channel on July 24th, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: Fresh Outta London (Lyric)
Artist: Jake Paul
Director: Jake Paul
Dp/edit: Logan Meis
Producer: Nolan Riddle & Marcos Guerrero
Music Label: Jake Paul
Released Date: July 24th, 2020.


Fresh Outta London Lyrics:

I Don't Need New Friends, I Don't Like Fake Friends
Only Here to Make M's, Call When the Check in (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 Bit*h, the Cover of Maxim
The Comments is Shook Up, They Throwing a Tantrum, Yeah...

Wrist is Flooded, No Competition, 
Can't Listen, Aingt Talking About Shit

I Am Lit, They Know It, 
They Wan' Hate on the Music but I Am Making Hits
These Hunnids, I Throw Em, 
I Need Like Eighty a Show, That's Some Minimum Shit
I Leave the House and I Am Wearing Some Shit 
You Can't Get and I Swear This Shit Cost Like a Brick...

I Have Been Running Up M's All Week, I Am a Vet
Quick Trip for the Bag, Fell Asleep on the Jet
On a Different Time, This a Audemars Piguet
See Eight Bad Bit*hes Like the Brand New  Havette (Skrrt)
We Gonna Get 'em All, Why the Fu*k I Would I Stress?
Think I Need Rehab, I Am Addicted to a Check
And She Gonna Say It's Love but She Know I Want the Sex, Bit*h
Don't You Dare Leave a Hickey on My Neck

Cause the Cullinan Massage My Back, I Am Stressed (I Am Stressed)
Stars in the Roof, Get the Bit*h Undressed
With an Ass Like That, I Forget My Ex (Haha)
Racks Like This Meant That God, I Am Blessed
I Been on Top, I Should Beat My Chest
Tell You That She Loyal, We Gonna Put Her to the Test
Wan' Lose Your Bit*h? 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 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 Bit*h, the Cover of Maxim
The Comments is Shook Up, They Throwing a Tantrum, Yeah...

Wrist is Flooded, No Competition, 
Can't Listen, Aingt Talking About Shit
I Am Lit, They Know It, 

They Wan' Hate on the Music but I Am Making Hits
These Hunnids, I Throw 'em, 
I Need Like Eighty a Show, That's Some Minimum Shit
I Leave the House and I Am Wearing Some Shit 
You Can't Get and I Swear This Shit Cost Like a Brick...


Written by: Gaurav [BOLLYWOOD TRACKS LYRICS]                                             

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