LDN Lyrics – Dave

Read the complete LDN Lyrics by Dave from the album D4 along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

LHR to LAX, I’m flying again
Curved me when she was taken
She’s single, I’m trying again
Tony Stark, I’m eyeing again
She got fired and hired again
(??) again
(??) crying again
Fight fire with fire, I fire back and fire again
Word came out I’m single, sweetest ones, applying again
No replying again
One browning I’m eyeing again
Me and bro, riding again

Can’t find him, we’re trying again
If I make this call today? I’m getting him hit for free
Any Merc’ I’m ings G, E, C63
G, I don’t do subliminals, that’s a diss to me
We keep talking to a minimal, get physicalwhen s*it gets peak, G
Me and this girl don’t speak, I ain’t on no hearsay
If she ain’t sweet, I’m busy, if she sweet? My schedulе clear, babe
Yeah, I lovе my little n!ggas, on the left but, listen here, mate
The young Gs can’t get lit like how we did when we was their age
LTN to DXB, DXB to LTN
LHR to AMD, real oldschool like BBM
Bae, said I’m lying again, I’m defensive like CDM
TBH, me and C, that’s GB-
Me and Juss’, that’s GBH
This a stick, PVA
Hammer a jammer, BBK, switch it
He’s getting it twisted
Double clutch, gears get shifted
Double Dutch, dates get skipped
It’s nothing, I just say we’re distant
I tell a n!gga “how ’bout this?”
Man gets soaked, on a shower-man ting
Six foot five on a tower man ting
Get pressured, now he’s on a ‘llow it man ting
Two depots on a house in a bit

What I see when I check what hour it is
Naturally aspirated, V12 engine, that’s what power it is
Girls say that I’m on a flower-man ting, Pupava, that’s what flower it is
For paper, man get sour and s*it
The location outer and s*it
Outer and s*it
My location outer and s*it

(Yo, what am I saying, though?)
Look, look, yeah
You’re on my line, if you want my time, better make it, pay me
Who’s that in the bookie Astra? Link me, you gotta make it hasty
I was linking— what’s her name?
I linked ‘thing’, but the lady hates me
Bro, man don’t need no addy, it’s beef with patties, I ain’t making pastry, pastry
We got cake in the villa, just cake in the villa, it’s a basic bakery
I could’ve drowned in the pool, it’s— it’s CPR, mouth-to-mouth
I hope one of these ladies save me
Me and her like Max and Stacy
Me and her like Jax and Tara
Pull a sword out of stone, I’m Arthur
Felt like OT’s too hot, the shop found out, bro’s growing a crop
What you know about postponing the drop ’cause the man that you’re with too over the top?
Trust me, tell a young G that I’m making changes
You and him? You’re trading places
Nicholas Cage, you’re arranging faces
I seen man talking stupid in their music, until I make ’em face it
Before I had bass and drums, I had bass in drums like Chase and Status
I’m coming like Joseph Kony
I said I wanna be like Montana, I don’t mean Hannah, more like Tony
A-M-I-R-I, DSQ, favorite denim
Man wanna a war with a pen, I’m David S, not David Tennant
It’s five and 0, 6 to one, let’s make it seven
Girls love me in NY, so I love Brooklyn like David Beckham
Your WCW knows that I’m getting it in, I don’t make no effort
On a lack, I’mma let that slide, if not, then I ain’t gonna take no checking
More time I’m throwing a shubz’, ’cause mum says celebrate major blessings
She’s in a party dancing with stars and major felons
I’m in Manny with Rash’, told the girl that I play for United
She don’t know music and I like it
Stand with Wan’ now she getting excited
I told bro play that safe
And change them plates
Or we’re getting indicted
Man send shots and hide it, you can get hit for it if you implied it
Tried it
No, you can get, no, you can get hit for it if you inferred it
RJ got a ting, can burn him
And you can get hit with it if you prefer it
Perfect
But like gas and flame
In the back of a range on the bridge
These burning
Told my young G keep working
And don’t speak on it if it don’t concern him
No makeup face, I’m serving
Nella Rose, how I’m serving face
South’s a dirty place
240, we got .38s
My OG?
Mike Dean?
Not the ref, he works for Ye
Try a ting when I’m working late
You can meet MJ at the pearly gates

She’s ten out of ten
I would send a DM
But The Shade Borough watching, it’s risky
I used to see him like he was my brother, I can’t believe that he dissed me
You got a talent for making a comment
I ain’t even bothered
‘Cah me and my n!ggas are making history

Sample the pack, cut that open with a flick knife
My bro got four and a baby, I helped with delivering it, I’m a mid-wife
No chatting to feds
A barrel of peb
But really I wanted big bite
I bought a house at twenty and I made a milli’, I’m having a midlife crisis
She wanna know what my type is
Most of my n!ggas are trappers, but then again, most of my n!ggas are swipers
Lifers
I’m the best of both worlds, I tell a girl, “Come South London, I’ll show you what life is”