Artist: Lil Peep f/ Gab3
Album:  Everybody's Everything
Song:   LA to London
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc
BetterOffDead Nigga
I try to keep my head up

[Lil Peep]
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hang in there, muffucka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)

All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles

[Gab3]
I got Gucci, I got Prada, I got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna run it
Runnin' up a check, yeah like I was a runner
Now I'm running months, yeah yeah, sold out
[?], yeah yeah, roll down
[?] run, yeah yeah, roll out
Now I'm in the truck, yeah yeah

[Lil Peep]
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hang in there, muffucka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)

All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)

[Lil Peep (Gab3)]
Ooh, girl why you frontin'? (Girl why you frontin'?)
Now we moving out to London (Moving out to London)
Stay far from the fuck shit (Stay far from the fuck shit)
Catch flights like it's nothing, yeah

[Gab3]
Always counting up the hundreds (Always counting up the hundreds)
That's just how we come in (That's just how we come in)
I was faded at the function (At the function)
Now we going out to London (Going out to London)

[Lil Peep]
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hang in there, muffucka)
I'm tryna get my bread up (My bread up)
I left bitch (I left bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)

All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Lovin' Los Angeles (Los Angeles)

[Gab3]
Now we going out to London
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