Rowjay, Yvick
Hey, dad, dad brr

I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
MCM on my backpack
I'm in the future, I fly with a jetpack

I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
MCM on my backpack
I'm in the future, I fly with a jetpack

Smoke the OG kush with my finesse rider
I burst into your area and I see your sister, you're frowning
Only green in my bat, I want to see your booty clap and my name and my city on the map
I have my dick in her pussy and I'm relentless, luckily there's air conditioning in the apartment
Do I need to introduce myself?
You're the kind of loser we see on Reality TV
You suck so many dicks, you end up toothless
Me, I make too much money given the house I have
I like to see my friends get millions of views
I roll three cones and it says a lot, pure
I have more money than I have feelings
I always aim for the head or the heart when I kill time
In London in the Maybach
I smoke Afghan, I'm in space
I may be frank, I may be cash
And I'm not the kind who does you dirty
I don't just make a million on Instagram, I smoke weed, it's not for style
They do go-fast to Spain, I'm in London and I drive a Maybach

I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
MCM on my backpack
I'm in the future, I fly with a jetpack

I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
MCM on my backpack
I'm in the future, I fly with a jetpack

Young finesse, arena champion
Young finesse, wants the queen's fortune
I have ninety-nine bitches and no problem
I wear Gucci, products from Harlem
I get paid like a good athlete
Every day, we win Grand Slams
It's not my fault, if your bitch loves me
She wants to ride in the back of the double M
I'm always high, I make money, I'm in London, I drink tea
In 2020, I'll be on the moon with Guy Laliberté (don't worry)
I don't care about the stand, I do my shit, I don't seek to be loved (I don't care)
I walk with Yvick, in the street, you want to Instagram us (flash)
I'll never have a Grammy, but I sodomize the rap game
With DoomX, we push science, our music is astronomy
COB65, it's the alliance, always ready to die for my homies
I'm about flamboyance, I'm going to feed on gastronomy

I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
MCM on my backpack
I'm in the future, I fly with a jetpack

I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
I'm in London, I'm in a Maybach
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
Young Rowjay, I smoke the loudpack
MCM on my backpack
I'm in the future, I fly with a jetpack

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