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Juice Wrld - London Flight To London Lyrics

[Intro]
On the flight to London, we done started somethin'
On the flight to London, we done started somethin'
On the flight to London, we done started somethin'
On the flight to—, got my, yeah
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

[Chorus]
On the flight to London, we done started somethin'
Did you check the news? Juice WRLD crew came up to boot up the function (Let's go, let's go)
If you act a fool, Juice WRLD crew come up to shoot up the function (Brrt)
Uh, assassinate him in public, yeah
Kill a fuck nigga, it's nothin', yeah (Brrt, brrt)
AK on me from Mother Russia (Let's go)
Okay, this gun a motherfucker
Shoot it, then we gon' fuck your mother (Uh-huh)
Zooted, I don't take drugs for nothin' (Uh-huh)
I pop a pill, then I hover, yeah (Yeah)
Ain't come down all summer (Uh-huh)
High as a bitch, ridin' 'round with the gunners (Brrt)

[Bridge]
Grrt, grrt, grrt (Skrrt)
Pull off

[Verse 1]
Pop at a fuck nigga head and then pull off
All of these niggas be trippin'
They all on my dick, and they feelin'
Just to tell 'em to get off
I ain't ever had the time, be gone
Sure ain't ever had the time for peons
So I'm shootin' one every time I see one (Grrt, grrt)
Lately, I think it's a crime to be one
They ain't ever really on the time that we on (Uh-huh)
They don't run the shit like we run (Uh)
You know, we run this shit like a rerun (Let's go)
Everywhere I go (I keep a few guns)
Load 'em, let 'em go (Ready to kill some')
Catch him with his ho (I'm shootin' both 'em, oh)
Bullet hit his skull (Like in a love song)
I ain't tryna be funny when I say that I don't got No Limits
If it's up there, then it's stuck there
We gon' handle business (Let's go)
[Chorus]
On the flight to London, we done started somethin' (We did)
Did you check the news? Juice WRLD crew came up to boot up the function (Let's go, let's go)
If you act a fool, Juice WRLD crew come up to shoot up the function (Brrt)
Uh, assassinate him in public, yeah (Brrt)
Kill a fuck nigga, it's nothin', yeah (Yeah)
AK on me from Mother Russia (Okay)
Okay, this gun a motherfucker
Shoot it, then we gon' fuck your mother (Fuck ya')
Zooted, I don't take drugs for nothin' (Nothin')
I pop a pill, then I hover, yeah
Ain't come down all summer
High as a bitch, ridin' 'round with the gunners (Gunners)

[Verse 2]
Mmm-hmm, high as shit
Runnin' with them gunners with Codeine in my stomach
Tippin' .4-4's with the gunners, totin' .4-0s with the gunners
Pourin' fat fours 'til I stumble
Still, give her good pipe like a plumber
Bitch, better have my money, money
Ion chase these hoes, I own 'em
Me and bae pimpin' hoes all summer
No pump fake, fade away, we ballin'
Pull up in a new whatchamacallit?
Don't know what to call it, Lambo' or a 'Rari, sorry
I ain't really wanna beg for pardon
I ain't beggin' for nothin', I get it if I want it
If I don't, I'm screamin' fuck it
I'm bound to change it quick, like it's the motherfuckin' subject
We can do it undercover, we could do it public
We could leave a clean scene, we could leave it dirty
Pullin' out the Neen-Deen, don't forget the thirty
I ain't ever worry, I said I was ridin' with them gunners
If ya' heard me, ya' heard me, ya' heard me