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For the rest of you here is the video and lyrics for Jack Paul’s Fresh out of London.

Jake Paul Fresh Outta London Lyrics
J-J-Joey
 
I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends
Only here to make M's, call when the check in (Check in)

 
I don't like partial, need a whole backend
Fresh outta London, she still got a accent
The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas
If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him
I got me a bad b*tch, the cover of Maxim
The comments is shook up, they throwin' a tantrum, yeah
 
Wrist is flooded, no competition, can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit

I'm lit, they know it, they wanna hate on the music but I'm makin' hits

These hunnids, I throw 'em, I need like eighty a show, that's some minimum shit

I leave the house and I'm wearin' some shit you can't get and I swear this shit cost like a brick
 
I've been runnin' up M's all week, I'm a vet
Quick trip for the bag, fell asleep on the jet
On a different time, this a Audemars Piguet

See eight bad b*tches like the brand new 'Vette (Skrrt)
We gon' get 'em all, why the f*ck I would I stress?
Think I need rehab, I'm addicted to a check
And she gon' say it's love but she know I want the s*x, b*tch

Don't you dare leave a hickey on my neck
'Cause the Cullinan massage my back, I'm stressed (I'm stressed)
Stars in the roof, get the b*tch undressed
With an a** like that, I forget my ex (Haha)

Racks like this meant that God, I'm blessed
I been on top, I should beat my chest
Tell you that she loyal, we gon' put her to the test
Wanna lose your b*tch? Well, then be my guest
'Cause I been real cold in this Moncler vest

 
I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends
Only here to make M's, call when the check in
I don't like partial, need a whole backend
Fresh outta London, she still got a accent
The crib like a palace, I took her to 'Basas
If he want a feature, then we gotta tax him
I got me a bad b*tch, the cover of Maxim
The comments is shook up, they throwin' a tantrum, yeah (Yeah)
 
Wrist is flooded, no competition, can't listen, ain't talkin' 'bout shit

I'm lit, they know it, they wanna hate on the music but I'm makin' hits

These hunnids, I throw 'em, I need like eighty a show, that's some minimum shit

I leave the house and I'm wearin' some shit you can't get and I swear this shit cost like a brick

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