We got London on da track

Niggas be insecure
Claiming that you ain't doing enough
Claiming that they need more
What you on your last breath, your last sweat, your last dime?
Out of your fucking mind
Can't you see I'm fucking trying
You want pussy six times a week
And you never wanna clean up
And you talk to me like shit
And you handle me too rough
And at the end of the day you got the nerve to bring up that bitch
But that's the difference
And when I feel like this
I can't take no shit

Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out
We gon stretch you out, out, out, out
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun oh, oh
We gon' make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

Girl I heard that you've been hurtin
Just let me know if it ain't workin
I could put mad baguettes on you on purpose
We can go half on a baby on purpose
And I’m going back just close the curtains purposely
Everything you do to me, you do it perfectly
And I be in your body like surgery
Like an insomniac I gotta pop a perky to sleep
Throw that ass round in a circle please
Throw that ass round in a circle for me, yeah
Like you working for me
Don't you show no other nigga what you learning from me, yeah

Ain't gon' stress you out, out, out, out, out (yeah, yeah)
Whatever, whatever
We gon' stretch you out, out, out, out, out
Whatever, whatever
We just wanna have fun, fun, fun, oh, oh
We gon' make you cum, cum, cum, cum, cum

We gonna smile
Whatever, whatever, yeah
We got London on the track