London On Da Track - Tragic lyrics

[Hook] (What you got?) Got London on da track b**h (What's her name?) Hell yeah, i'm a savage p**y wet, f** a pad you need some napkins In the club, k** someone and make it tragic I'mma make it rain inside the club I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does [Verse: 1] I just do my thang in these streets, yah! I'm the biggest, toughest wildebeest All these softy n***as didn't come with a feast, yah! I'mma put a super charger like a priest, yea! If you really havin' birds, lemme see yea! I just got a new iPhone and I ain't sync it So I might don't got your number, if a n***a play I might turn it like I channel Caught me banging with a red bandana Not no February scary bandana Yeah! don't get the scary bandana I just might blow on that ho, no candle No clothes baby that's my standards Just make her smoking on cabana Purp make me forgot I'm not having stamina Every Tuesday, I throw racks at amateurs [Hook] (What you got?) Got London on da track b**h (What's her name?) Hell yeah, that's my side b**h p**y wet, f** a pad you need some napkins In the club, k** someone and make it tragic I'mma make it rain inside the club I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does [Verse 2] Shoot a n***a down tragic, hold you number tragic Your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic I pull up and trash sh**, the whole bitty ba*tards All my crew like trashing, let them have it What if it ain't no baptist, Lil' boy Larry Sit your little a** down like I used magic I got more wood than a f**ing palace Dolly White told to me sit back, just point and laugh at These n***as and these bum b**hes p**n b**hes n***a come and get it n***a if I make it rain, let these b**hes get it I just want a long neck like a chicken, get it Every YSL member get it I left weed in my fender, get it Bring a tender, you a member get it No puppet, no pretending I'mma f**in menace