Obi Davids - LNDN Freece Lyrics

Yo
Yeah
Yeah Nigga
You can take me back where you found me
Big city boy, Walls all around me
Circle got smaller cause we threw all the cap out
Talk down
They might put you in a half house
Spinning in Clubs near you I'm on request
Opps tryna' hate saw your DM's in request
Might just go and get
"Veli" tatted on my chest
Big Mac if its beef they want expect
Stay with a gadget so they call me inspector
Yo girl in the lab and the D is not for Dexter
I been getting bitches
Feel like I work in a pet shop
I'm only in the office for the desktop
Bottom make your head rock
Obi make a neck rock
Bass'll get you tear drops
When you come around nigga
Everybody head Bops
Everybody get shot
Obi make the led rock
Put you in the bed rock
I woke the feds up
Bout' ten bens
Had to wake the deads up
Twelve looking for the went down
So they woke the teds up
Thought I'd give you the heads up
Threw her legs up
Curve your dream girl feel like Beckham
Yo, who the fuck
Is making all that noise?
Yeah
Remember the Years
Remember the days
Yeah
Remember the Years
Remember the days
I never forget a face
Remember that ass
Remember her friend
Remember that night
Remember the trap
Remember the days
Remember to pray
Remember to carry to strap
Yeah, Uh
That Lil shorty a nat
She was all over the map
Hmm, Yeah
She was all over my lap
She was over the back seat
Hmm
I like your head is at
She came over just to clap cheeks
Hmm
You know all I do is slap
That boy was an opp and we drop him
Baby he ain't even on my level
For me to call that nigga opposite
Young and Notorious you know out on that poppa shit
Imagine being with a shorty that move with a 7
I feel for you
Ain't that about a bitch
Young and we ain't got a lot to lose
Homie That mean there's a lot to win
Niggas got a lot fans but don't got a lotta bands
Can you tell me the meaning
Niggas got a lot of friends big ass crew
But none of em niggas eating
Niggas gotta double tap
Even if you don't like to see it
Niggas got a lot hype
But honestly none of em niggas is hard as me
Too many hoes like Christmas
Leave you too many mouths to feed
Too little people know you
Leaving too many people to please
Too many hours in
Leaving too little time for sleep
Too many I'm in the stu right now
To the point she had to leave
Remember the days
Remember the niggas that thought I wouldn't be shit
Remember the shorties that curved me
Same shorties tryna get hit
Remember the days
Remember the nights
I never forget a face
I had put up a fight
Giving em they energy back
I know that's what they

Yo
Yeah
Yeah Nigga
You can take me back where you found me
Big city boy, Walls all around me
Circle got smaller cause we threw all the cap out
Talk down
They might put you in a half house
Spinning in Clubs near you I'm on request
Opps tryna' hate saw your DM's in request
Might just go and get
"Veli" tatted on my chest
Big Mac if its beef they want expect
Stay with a gadget so they call me inspector
Yo girl in the lab and the D is not for Dexter
I been getting bitches
Feel like I work in a pet shop
I'm only in the office for the desktop
Bottom make your head rock
Obi make a neck rock
Bass'll get you tear drops
When you come around nigga
Everybody head Bops
Everybody get shot
Obi make the led rock
Put you in the bed rock
I woke the feds up
Bout' ten bens
Had to wake the deads up
Twelve looking for the went down
So they woke the teds up
Thought I'd give you the heads up
Threw her legs up
Curve your dream girl feel like Beckham
Yo, who the fuck
Is making all that noise?
Yeah
Remember the Years
Remember the days
Yeah
Remember the Years
Remember the days
I never forget a face
Remember that ass
Remember her friend
Remember that night
Remember the trap
Remember the days
Remember to pray
Remember to carry to strap
Yeah, Uh
That Lil shorty a nat
She was all over the map
Hmm, Yeah
She was all over my lap
She was over the back seat
Hmm
I like your head is at
She came over just to clap cheeks
Hmm
You know all I do is slap
That boy was an opp and we drop him
Baby he ain't even on my level
For me to call that nigga opposite
Young and Notorious you know out on that poppa shit
Imagine being with a shorty that move with a 7
I feel for you
Ain't that about a bitch
Young and we ain't got a lot to lose
Homie That mean there's a lot to win
Niggas got a lot fans but don't got a lotta bands
Can you tell me the meaning
Niggas got a lot of friends big ass crew
But none of em niggas eating
Niggas gotta double tap
Even if you don't like to see it
Niggas got a lot hype
But honestly none of em niggas is hard as me
Too many hoes like Christmas
Leave you too many mouths to feed
Too little people know you
Leaving too many people to please
Too many hours in
Leaving too little time for sleep
Too many I'm in the stu right now
To the point she had to leave
Remember the days
Remember the niggas that thought I wouldn't be shit
Remember the shorties that curved me
Same shorties tryna get hit
Remember the days
Remember the nights
I never forget a face
I had put up a fight
Giving em they energy back
I know that's what they