London Freestyle By Fivio Foreign Official Music Free Download

Maxie Lee Ryles III (born March 29, 1990), known by his stage name Fivio Foreign, is an American rapper from New York. Fivio Foreign today comes through with another new song which he titled London Freestyle And this song is made available here to stream and download for free both the mp4 and lyrics.

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[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
You would’ve thought i wasn’t gone win
(You would’ve thought i wasn’t gone win)
Roll another opp, Blow it in the wind (Baow, Grrt)
(You wanna know what money sounds like?)
Yeah! i took a loss, Take it on the chin (Baow, Yeah!)
(Here comes the money sound)
Hmm! another n!gga died, We tell him “Spin”
(Grrt, Yeah!)

[Verse: Fivio Foreign]
If i know he did it, I give him a grin
If i know she with it, I give her a glimpse
I be busting moves, I don’t gotta flinch
Baby, I’m a boss, I could pay your rent
Huh! i’m oc (Oc), Not ot (Nah, Not ot, Nah)
I be hyping myself in the mirror
Like, “Go me”, Look, Huh!
He said he travel, No he don’t (Uhh! )
State to state, That’s all he know (Skrrt)
I’m out in paris, By the rollie store
Got the gucci slides, With the open toes (Uhh! )
Huh! (Woo), Woah!
(Got the gucci slides, With the open toes)
Yeah! (Haha), Yeah! yeah! look
(Got the gucci slides), Yeah! look, Uhh!
N!gga, From here on (N!gga, From here on)
A hundred-Thousand to clear songs (Yeah!)
That n!gga die if he stare wrong (Baow)
I’ve been in london for bare long (Yeah!)
Bro, This is fivi’ in rare form (Uhh! )
I might do the nikes for a year long (Uhh! )
All of these diamonds to get on (Uhh! )
Can’t sit at the table, Your chair gone (Nah)
I got a rich b!tch (I got a rich b!tch)
And she like rich sh!t, Huh! (She like rich sh!t)
She’ll pay twenty-Thousand for a trip
Just to take a fit pic’ (Yeah!), Huh!
If she get out of line, She get dismissed (Yeah!)
If it come out his mouth, He get his lip split (Baow)
N!gga, What, You ain’t hear me on big drip? (What?)
N!gga, I fell in love with a lit b!tch (Aye! aye! aye!)
Two guns (Two guns), Big clip (Big clip)
Headshot (Headhost), Wig split (Wig split)
I call dala’, He like, “Get, Get” (Get, Get)
Yeah! them n!ggas fake, They can’t handle the truth
I pay the stylist to handle the shoes
I take a percy’ to handle my mood
It keep me calm, It help me not to shoot (Grrt, Baow)
I gotta win, I got too much to lose (Huh!)
Yeah! (Yeah!), My little shooter got too much to prove
(Grrt, Baow)
Boom (Ha), I gotta win, I got too much to lose (Yeah!)
Ha, My little shooter got too much to prove, Huh!
(Uhh! yeah!)

[Outro: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah! yeah! t
I been doing a lot of label sh!t
A lot of songs for the radio (Songs for the radio)
A lot of songs for the girls (Songs for the girls)
This sh!t is strictly for the streets (Huh! huh!)
I had to feed the streets (Fivi’)
We turnt up, You know what i’m saying?
New money, New places
Hahaha, Different colors (Different colored money)
They know where i’m from (They know where i’m from)
Huh! they know what i’m on (They know what i’m on)
Huh! (Hahaha), Yeah! (Yeah!), Uhh! (Uhh! )