Brent Faiyaz & 2 Chainz – Fuck the World (Summer in London)

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Brent Faiyaz & 2 Chainz – Fuck the World (Summer in London) Lyrics

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]Wanna fuck the world, I’m a walkin’ erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is”

[Verse 1: Brent Faiyaz]Don’t open your mouth if you ain’t speaking good to me
I ain’t built like him, you’re fuckin’ with a G
Just ’cause I fuck you, that don’t mean I trust you, I don’t
You got some high hopes, high hopes, baby
Fuck me crazy and I’ll tell you ’bout me
I was nothin’ at all
Took a trip to London just to hear how they talk
Back to 410, you should hear how they talk
He might be Mr. Track and Field, but I done ran through ’em all
Yeah, that nigga play D1, but you still watch how we ball
I ain’t never home for long, but you pull up when I call
All the hood niggas respect me, strippers wanna sex me
You bluffed on him, now he mad because you let me

[Verse 2: Brent Faiyaz]If it ain’t fucked up, don’t change it
I’d probably be dead if I was basic
Would you still give me head if I had day shifts?
I work when I want, I do what I want
She get what she want, I call her my wishy one
Wash it off, when you top me off, you know I be slumped
[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & 2 Chainz]Wanna fuck the world, I’m a walkin’ erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is”
Oh, reckless
Your nigga caught us texting (Yeah)
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is” (Tony)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]Breath of fresh air from the bando to Buckhead
You was so far ahead, did I catch up? I mustered
That saucy, not Ross but bossy (Bossy)
Put her legs in the air, nine months after, that car seat (Ooh)
Hand on her body (Body), lower back, arch it (Arch it)
Crib in LA, I go next door to party (Yeah)
Real ones, no weaklings, concerned ’bout minglings
Got a question for you, how you thick and you petite? (How?)
Beat it up, a lil’ skeet, skeet, from the Southside, a lil’ Kiki (Mmm)
If she got that good head, might put that throat on repeat (Yeah)
Make her make the bed up just to fuck, I’m a neat freak (Do it)
And I’m from Atlanta, got a bloodline full of Freaknik (Yeah)
I’m right there where the looters are or somewhere at a hookah bar
Flew to London just to shop, I told ’em, “I’ll be back tomorrow” (Yeah)
In the back like ad-libs, silk on my mattress (Silk)
Condo in Jupiter, do you want my address? (Yeah)
[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]Fuck the world, I’m a walkin’ erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is”
Oh, reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is”

[Bridge: Brent Faiyaz]Don’t come around if you ain’t close to me
I ain’t built like them, you gotta work for me
Just ’cause I haunt you, it don’t mean I want you, I don’t
You got some high hopes (Yeah), high hopes
(Lemme hear that)

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]Wanna fuck the world, I’m a walkin’ erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is”
Oh, reckless
Your nigga caught us texting
You said, “Baby, don’t be mad, you know how Brent is”