Dolce - London House Lyrics

I'm either inside or at London House
Tajin on the rim with her stomach out
I'm either inside or at London House
With my pistol only time that I'm going out
Aye I must be crazy
I stand with Ye
I'm so original
Don't copy paste
She either inside or at Soho House
Tajin on the rim with her stomach out
She too legit, know she the shit
This bitch a lottery, I locked her number in
Favorite color green but I threw on mustard
Money have you ballin' that's just how the bucks work
Watching bitches playing catch up I can't sub her
Like a boxer she just looking for her next purse
She say her neck thirst, I love a wet tee
Pull up, hop out, make it sexy
I'm on the scene drippin' but I ain't sweaty
I only pop out, if it's cheddy
I'm either inside or at London House
With my pistol only time that I'm going out
Aye I must be crazy
I stand with Ye
I'm so original
Don't copy paste
She either inside or at Soho House
Tajin on the rim with her stomach out
She too legit, know she the shit
This bitch a lottery, I locked her number in
Don't you cross me then try to double back
Lil nat
Niggas dying behind a sixteen in these streets
No cap
Put it on the floor and watch her sweep
Then make it back
Niggas want the highs for the cheap
What is that
This a fast life, couldn't take me in my past life
I ain't no push to start why this bitch tryna gaslight
I been running numbers like machines better getcha facts right
Niggas tryna eat off me that'll be his last bite
I'm either inside or at London House
With my pistol only time that I'm going out
Aye I must be crazy
I stand with Ye
I'm so original
Don't copy paste
She either inside or at Soho House
Tajin on the rim with her stomach out
She too legit, know she the shit
This bitch a lottery, I locked her number in