London (feat. EO) - AJ x Deno

Duko, you know No soy un pájaro pero vuelo (Pero vuelo) Por negocios, por concierto' al extranjero (Al extranjero) Empresario, coño, me aman los banquero' (Los banquero') No me caen bien, me hacen ganar dinero (Cash, cash, cash) Siempre estoy tranquilo, no me desespero (No me desespero) Sé que todo va a salir como lo espero (Como lo espero) Cada vez que me pongo un piquete nuevo Todos mis gorila' gritan: "Eo, eo" (Eo, eo, eo) Es verano y estoy grado' bajo cero No lo sé, debe ser mi joyero Aunque dejo la vida, me la vivo como un juego Soy el rockstar de la trampa, Guitar Hero A los 17 estaba en una plaza Dieciocho, trabajando en la farmacia (Yeah, yeah) Diecinueve, grabé mi primer sencillo (Okey) "No Vendo Trap" en el estudio del Castillo (Prr, prr) A los veinte en La Mansión, teníamos un castillo (La Mansión) Se hace Modo Diablo, llegaron los trillizos, ah (Los trillizo') Ysy, Duki, Neo, la energía los quiso (Yeah) Vinimos del infierno pa' tumbar el piso Señor, no se equivoque, yo respeto a Cristo Y entiendo más que nadie que no lo hayan visto Les hablaría de ello', pero soy yo mismo Y entiendo que sería un acto de egoísmo Por eso hago música, sea o no sea hip-hop (Okey) Porque encuentro magia arriba del ritmo Como cuando escucho al Dano, Istmo (Shout-out pa' Dano) Arte de vanguardia, dadaísmo (Prra) Yeah, mami Modo Diablo, Súper Sangre Joven Jaja, me mantengo más ready que nunca, you know Duko, ¡prrra! No soy un pájaro pero vuelo (Pero vuelo) Por negocios, por concierto' al extranjero Empresario, coño, me aman los banquero' No me caen bien, me hacen ganar dinero (Cash, cash, cash) No soy un pájaro pero vuelo Por negocios, por concierto' al extranjero (Como lo espero) Empresario, coño, me aman los banquero' No me caen bien, me hacen ganar dinero Eo, eo, eo

I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat to tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me Cuz I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I-I-I'm young and wavey My lifestyle crazy I came thru with the sauce Jumped into the passenger seat too tight And the big man poor I know why they're looking at me PART ONE OF LIFESTYLE

Hmm, yo (Who made this, JB made this, hahaha) Hahaha Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Just came through with a one-two, If you ask me then I might just son you I don't give a shit 'bout numbers, undo But ask for my numbers and I might just done you (I'll do that) They copy and paste, they best undo Everyone salutes when they see me but you (salute) Shout out Driz when I cut through, wooka, paw, I bring out the kung-fu I'm in the ghetto, ra-ta-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta-ta And this one chick's way too paro I'm with my dawgs, I'm with my dawgs One week I'm there, next week I'm gone One week in ends, next week Milan Foreign cars, I push to start, I see my guys, I say, "Wagman?" (yeah, yeah) Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Eighteen with the million plaques Soon sittin' on like a million racks (that's right) I'm abroad, they like the accent, Guess I'm sounding like it's a million's track (woosh) And all my brothers still with me, and all my brothers good From backflips and tappin' tables, to makin' it out the hood Tell me what you like-like, baby? (Baby) I bring the ice-ice, baby Princess cuts, make you oh so brazy I make you slay like Stacey Take you the hood, show you finer things Different life to the life you life Hatton G for the finest rings (bossy) Babe, that's the life we live Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer (skrr) Twenty plate, that's a buss down (Woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger (skrr) For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (they slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla Yo, what's good my hitta? I sing on a chune but I ain't no singer Twenty plate, that's a buss down (woo), Twenty plate not old school dinger For realers be my side (my side, ooters) They don't slip, they slide (gon' slide, ooters) Put chains on your wife, ice, ice baby, no vanilla