Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London (Official Music Video)

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  • Published on:  7/24/2020
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    Credits:
    Directed by: Jake Paul
    DP/Edit: Logan Meis
    Steadi: Aser Santos Jr.
    1st AC: Chris Pinto
    2nd AC: Donald Turner
    G&E: Special Purpose Lighting & Grip
    Producers: Nolan Riddle & Marcos Guerrero
    DP: Logan Meis
    FPV drone: Tucker Doss
    Location: https://www.instagram.com/leahqpalace/

    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 bitch, 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 bitches like the brand new 'Vette (Skrrt)
    We gon' get 'em all, why the fuck 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 sex, bitch
    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 bitch undressed
    With an ass 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 bitch? 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 bitch, 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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