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Yeah, I'm in the city tryna spend Revolt with some bad boys, diddys in my ends Tell the valet it's a convoy, I'm with my friends Gyal are tryna pull me up but shit I'm pulling up again Yeah, they know my set, set trends Northside baby, catch me in the west end It was Tottenham high road and now it's high street ken Man was getting curved till they saw me in a Benz Now when I swerve on them, I'm calling it revenge No hate in my heart, Chrome Hearts on my chest Still a dog eat dog world, told my dog to invest Now my G cutting checks, he ain't getting G checked De-stress at the Shard, we shut it down They show us love at the Shangri-la Fuck around and get smoked, I'll have a cigar Man I need them new Chanel's might just take a trip to France God save the streets We pray Money, power, and love We just need some love How about you, me, on plane escape? Money, power, and love We just need some love In Sin City Songtexte I'm at the London eye Sat here taking in the views, I don't wanna drive All we ever saw was red and now I'm colorblind My brother from another mother from the other side No, we're not saints but I prefer the Saint Tropez Dinner dates at nighttime with a Daydate Twenty plates and up, I had so much on my plate Had to serve food, now I tip the waitress an eight-ball My guy grabbed grub from me, it was painful Bite the hand that feeds you, don't you know that's disgraceful? Made it out the manor where they'll make you or break you Every man I brought brings something to the table Statue out in Libertine and in Tape too 'Cause any wrong move they'll catch you and they'll catch you out and tape you Got them throwing shade in the borough and the Shaderoom Drinking ensuite but the liquor distasteful God save the streets We pray Money, power, and love We just need some love How about you, me, on plane escape Money, power, and love We just need some love In Sin City Yeah, just left Hatton gardens Diamond in the rough, really hard it the hardest Took her Piccadilly, she so picky, ah shit Either way I probably fuck, I just call it stardom Respect the come up, I ain't one to complain We was poverty stricken and now we pour champagne God save the streets, man are preeing like I'm prey We was really down bad we just had to elevate Yeah, sensational Sensational Sensational Sin City sensational Sensational Fresh to death to bless to ever stress Sensational Fresh to death to bless to ever stress Aus Songtexte Mania