London Richards - In the Hills Likely Lyrics

Lyrics In the Hills Likely - London Richards



Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na
Stop with the wasting
Flexin′ all my ice cream
In the hills likely
If you don't like me
You ain′t gotta like
You ain't gotta like
You ain't gotta like
You ain′t gotta like
Chains ain′t lightly
Flexin' all my ice cream
Fucked up likely
Talkin′ dirty dirty dirty
If you don't like me
You ain′t gotta like (You ain't gotta)
You ain′t gotta like (You ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta like (Ya, ya, ya)
I don′t have to try
Just do what I like
Cigarette and light
Balcony at night
Thinking ′bout my life
Goddamn what a time
That we had last night
Redo it tonight
Like it when you stare (stare)
Like it when you're here (here)
Do it on the stairs (stairs)
Do it over there (there)
Love is in the air
LGBT shit
I can feel the breeze
Smell good like Febreze
She just wanna tease me and cheese me
But she needs me
I just wanna fuck
And go night
Night, I′m sleepy
Pull up to my dreams
I don't wanna leave
I don′t wanna leave
Her mess on my sheets
Stop with the wasting
Flexin' all my ice cream
In the hills likely
If you don′t like me
You ain't gotta like (You ain't gotta)
You ain′t gotta like (You ain′t gotta)
You ain't gotta like (You ain′t gotta)
You ain't gotta like
Chains ain′t lightly
Flexin' all my ice cream
Fucked up likely
Talkin′ dirty dirty dirty
If you don't like me
You ain't gotta like (You ain′t gotta)
You ain′t gotta like (You ain't gotta)
You ain′t gotta like (Ya, ya, ya)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na
Crew one of y'all and I′m sailin'
Porsche runnin′ up with the speakers
Yours just a few on the knees
Dirty in my cup and I lean (I lean)
Crew one of y'all and I'm sailin′
Porsche runnin′ up with the speakers
Yours just a few on the knees
Dirty in my cup
Stop with the wasting
Flexin' all my ice cream
In the hills likely
If you don′t like me
You ain't gotta like
You ain′t gotta like
You ain't gotta like
You ain′t gotta like
Chains ain't lightly
Flexin' all my ice cream
Fucked up likely
Talkin′ dirty dirty dirty
If you don′t like me
You ain't gotta like
You ain′t gotta like
You ain't got no like



Writer(s): Richard Adefioye


London Richards - Mood 001
Album Mood 001
date of release
10-11-2017




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