Bad Bitch In London Lyrics – D-Block Europe, French Montana

Read the full Bad Bitch In London lyrics by D-Block Europe and French Montana from the album WORLDWIDE WAVE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy D Block Europe’s music, you can also explore Do Your Big One and Rich Low Life, two other songs by D Block Europe.

[Intro: French Montana]
Ay, goon stop playing me, boy
Viper
Tell my ting in London I’m on the way
Haan

[Chorus: French Montana]
I just met a bad b!tch in London, I just met a bad b!tch in London (Haan)
I just met a bad b!tch in London, I just met a bad b!tch in London (Haan)
She in love with that couture, that Christian Louboutin
Fifty inches to your ass, I’ma buy you a salon (Haan)
After the show, she wan’ fu*k me to my setlist

Low key, but she on everybody’s hitlist (Haan)
If s*it get real, I gotta know if you with me
If s*it get real, I gotta know if you with me

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
She from our city so I fu*ked her like a icon
He done a drill and that’s a runner, now the bike gone
She like the croc’, she like the allies’ and the pythons
Her last n!gga’s nothing, not even a micron
If they talking ’bout this game, I played it, I played it
A hundred racks on Harrods, baby, feeling like I made it
Go Harley Street and fix your teeth, don’t worry, I will pay it
Got me sipping on some lean inside The Shard, I’m tryna say s*it
I told a b!tch (??)
They taught me how to whip it, I was with the yardies then
Before the hoes and all the motion, weren’t no party then
This red ‘Rari got me feeling Emirati then
I can fu*k these hoes abroad, tens across the board
It’s only Goyards and these Birkins when a n!gga’s tryna ball
I got some n!ggas that can shoot and they don’t only fight with swords
Do some lifestyle in this ‘Rari but we shooting out the Ford

[Chorus: French Montana]
I just met a bad b!tch in London, I just met a bad b!tch in London (Haan)
I just met a bad b!tch in London, I just met a bad b!tch in London (Haan)

She in love with that couture, that Christian Louboutin
Fifty inches to your ass, I’ma buy you a salon (Haan)
After the show, she wan’ fu*k me to my setlist
Low key, but she on everybody’s hitlist (Haan)

[Verse 2: Young Adz]
Bought this Turkish b!tch a BM, said she from North London
Said she know my—
I told her Birkin or Kelly, you play your part then I’m ready
My n!gga on the phone in jail, he said he wan’ kill his celly
Landed two hundred pounds of top-shelf, the car’s a bit smelly
Put my d!ck in her so deep, said the pains are sharp in her belly
Dropped a fu*k n!gga out, see if you see me again
Six figures on the pendant, just to freeze me, it’s pain
Buck-buck n!gga, dumb stuck n!gga
Like I ain’t keep you alive, ungrateful fu*k n!gga
I’m picky with these b!tches ’cause her ex is a clown
How you a bad b!tch but let a clown mess with your crown?
Took her to the Alps, linguine where you can’t pronounce
When a product’s good, it sells itself, we call it word of mouth
I had hammers on me then, still keep hammers on me now
Spent a milly on these jewels, plenty milly’s on my house
Rock a Škorpy like they Vans, hit up a different house
Took my daughter Disneyland, she wan’ see Mickey Mouse
If I’m lying, I’m flying and I don’t think I’ve got no wings yet
B!tches tatt’ my name in every country, I lose interest

[Chorus: French Montana]
I just met a bad b!tch in London, I just met a bad b!tch in London
I just met a bad b!tch in London, I just met a bad b!tch in London
She in love with that couture, that Christian Louboutin
Fifty inches to your ass, I’ma buy you a salon
After the show, she wan’ fu*k me to my setlist
Low key, but she on everybody’s hitlist