Jake Paul - Fresh Outta London (Official Music Video)

WATCH "PARK SOUTH FREESTYLE" MUSIC VIDEO 👉🏼 https://youtu.be/q_xNx_-nqio OFFICIAL "FRESH OUTTA LONDON" LYRIC VIDEO 👉🏼 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhwjUCvCBFM Save "Fresh Outta London" to your music library 👉🏼 https://lnk.to/freshouttalondon Save "Fresh Outta London" to your music library 👉🏼 https://lnk.to/freshouttalondon Save "Fresh Outta London" to your music library 👉🏼 https://lnk.to/freshouttalondon 🔴SUBSCRIBE ➤ http://bit.ly/SUB2JAKEPAUL INSTAGRAM ➤ https://www.instagram.com/JakePaul TWITTER ➤ http://twitter.com/JakePaul Check out these reaction videos: https://youtu.be/AhksFlRmA6A https://youtu.be/TZT-iJkL_lw https://youtu.be/VX1z1uVS-7A 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