Fresh Outta London
Fresh Outta London

Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London Lyrics

Dive into the high-flying, jet-setting lifestyle of a star who's just touched down from across the pond, bringing with him a swagger that's as unmistakable as his London companion's accent. "Fresh Outta London" encapsulates Jake Paul's unapologetic flaunting… Read more

Jul 24, 2020
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Fresh Outta London Lyrics

(J-j-joey)

I don't need new friends, I don't like fake friends
Only here to make Ms, 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

The 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 hundreds, 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 (woo)
And I swear this shit cost like a brick

I've been runnin' up Ms 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)
And we gon' get 'em all, why the fuck 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 Ms, 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)

The 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 (woo)
And I swear this shit cost like a brick

Writer(s): Jake Paul
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of Fresh Outta London?

Dive into the high-flying, jet-setting lifestyle of a star who's just touched down from across the pond, bringing with him a swagger that's as unmistakable as his London companion's accent. "Fresh Outta London" encapsulates Jake Paul's unapologetic flaunting of wealth, success, and party-centric life. Each verse drips with opulence—from luxury cars to exclusive fashion—highlighting a world where status is king and every relationship is transactional. The track serves as both a boast about his achievements and a taunt to those who doubt him, turning the music into a battleground where he asserts dominance through catchy beats and sharp lyrics. It’s an anthem for those who dream big, live larger, and never apologize for their excess.

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