You know what?
It's Bear Grylls up in this building, you know?
Yeah.
I pop champagne, innit?
It's a hit, man!
Tiffany.
Tiffany.
F.W., baby.
Fake, fake.
See yourself in your shoe when you there for the cue
You just got top plenty,
but nothing's gonna be true
Telling you be fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy
*,
money up with your funny Nancy and I'ma start high,
bitch
I'll start running,
running,
I'll fit in it,
in it,
in it
All you fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy
Fake,
fake,
fake London boy,
fake,
fake,
fake London boy
Fake, fake, fake London boy, fake London boy
Say,
he's nothing but a wannabe,
what do you think?
Wallaby
When you call a bee a lie,
no,
I'ma not jin the dee
All you do is show off,
say you're DJing,
say you're Freelanding
You're so hot,
you're crying,
raa,
in the slanging
Are you alright, bro?
Make hands so hot they come out
Your money lights up,
show off your four jeans and in the nightclub
The bag looks stale,
no one to sell Postman But you know you're nothing,
you're just a broke man
You're just a locally acquired foreign accent
All you wack to sell rapper with no talent
See yourself in your shoe when you there
for the cue You just got top plenty,
but nothing's gonna be true
Telling you be fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy *,
money up with your funny Nancy and I'ma start high,
bitch
I'll start running,
running,
I'll fit in it,
in it,
in it All you fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy
Listen,
oh,
fake London boy is coming down,
coming down,
coming down
Fake London boy is coming down, my dear lady
So who want more club, no, you're pitrip, pitrip
Fake, fake, fake, fake
So rich, you don't have no tough rain, I know
Fake, fake, fake, fake
So what's it London, you want to open pop-pop?
Listen to left and right to sell my clout
Fake,
fake,
fake,
fake,
fake Telling you be fake London boy
See yourself in your shoe when you there
for the cue You just got top plenty,
but nothing's gonna be true
Telling you be fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy
*,
money up with your funny Nancy and I'ma start high,
bitch
I'll start running,
running,
I'll fit in it,
in it,
in it
All you fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy
Most your MTV,
NB,
ETR,
nah mo' count that bitch,
ray
Nah mo' count that bitch, ray
Most your MTV,
NB,
ETR,
nah too many jimmy,
nah too many jimmy
Oh, fake, fake, fake London boy
Rah, man
What?
So what, man?
What?
All you fake London boy
Yeah, let's go, man
You can call me,
you know Or hit me on my Facebook,
innit?
Or Twitter You see what, yeah, in London, yeah
We got bad girls, innit?
You know what, yeah
My top is about two Gs, you know What is it?
What?
A pop champagne, innit?
Yeah, that's my blackberry, you know What?
My jeans, yeah
It's true religion,
you know Oh,
that's my tune,
you know
Innit?
Fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy,
fake London boy