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Young Thug – The London Ft Travis Scott & J. cole

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Young Thug – The London Ft Travis Scott and J cole Free Mp3

It looks like Young Thug is finally ready to unveil his the album that he’s been promising for years.

At the Rolling Loud fest in Miami earlier this month, Thug’s team distributed some limited flyers in the front row for fans during his set which teased a collaboration with J. Cole and Travis Scott called ‘The London’. The paper also mentioned that the mysterious song was produced by T-Minus.

Thugger has now confirmed all of that by releasing the actual song. It comes after a nearly 12 hour livestream the other day on YouTube titled “Meet Me at The London” in promotion of the track where a room was decorated with some artwork and props.

Listen to the mp3 and read lyrics to ‘the london’ by young thug

Listen below via YouTube, Spotify, Apple Music or TIDAL and let us know what you think of this trio.

The London lyrics – Young Thug Ft Travis Scott and J cole (Quotable): 

[Intro: J. Cole]
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Woah!
Woah… woah…
You good, T-Minus?
Oh!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things, we can’t undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6’1″, on the money, 9’2″
You just say the word and I’ll run through
Two texts, no reply, that’s when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah
Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows (Grow)
Get a nigga whacked, like you get the grass mowed (Mowed)
I’m talkin’ slick, runnin’ with the Big Slime, nigga (Slime)
Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (Mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (Huh, slide)
No catfishing, this is not a fish fry, nigga
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hit you right, go to Mars
Everybody sing!
How could you come up out your face and say I ain’t the hottest nigga you dun’ ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like eleven birds
I did the math, it’s like 2000 dollars every word
I’m on the verge, I’ll beat the charge
I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
And told them niggas that they gotta wait for it
I know, I know you in hot demand
I’m balling on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann
I’m drowning all inside the pussy like I never swam
Aye, fuck your IG, I put somethin’ on your sonogram
I’m the man
Aye, aye

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pimp talk, church talk
I can make a brick walk (Woo)
Up north, down south
Bankhead to Rachel Walk (Aye)
Hit it with a little water
Stretch it like a vocal chord
STD, I run my ward
Fuck a fed and his daughter (Let’s go)
I’ma run the compound (Yeah)
I supply the cigarettes and bread (Woo)
I got a main and she gon’ ride (Uhh)
She took a quarter and she fled (Uhh)
I’m in the Lamb so she gon’ ride (Yeah)
I see the pain in shawty’s light brown eyes (Ooh)
I’m at The London with some big thighs
No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
Did your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? (Aww yeah)
I’ve been on the road like a pair of sprinters at Stop and Go’s (Yeah)
I could charge them like a Dodge in a demon
Got your broad in the garage eatin’ semen
Every time a nigga go back to the ward
Niggas act like they wanna start
And we leave them on the cement (Graw, graw!)

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