Nipsey Hussle Announces Split With Lauren London


Rapper Nipsey Hussle shocked his fans on Wednesday when he announced his split from Lauren London.

The actress first hinted on her Twitter page that there is trouble in paradise when she tweeted on Tuesday, “Love. That’s it.” Today, Nipsey followed up with a more direct tweet announcing their split, while referring to their relationship as dope. He also said that the split was mutual and that they still have love and respect for each other.

“[Lauren London] and I had a dope relationship and made a Beautiful child,” the Crenshaw rapper wrote. “we are deciding to separate and raise our Son together as the main priority. This was A mutual choice and We will function with each-other as family w love and respect.”

Nipsey Hussle and Lauren London have been known to keep their relationship private. They welcomed their first child, a baby boy name Kross, last year. They both have kids from previous relationships and London has a son, Cameron Carter, with Lil Wayne. The couple has been dating since around 2013 and was one point rumored to be engaged. They didn’t give any detail about what lead to their split, but a lot of hip hop fans were rooting for them.

Nipsey is currently promoting his upcoming album, Victory Lap, due sometime soon despite not having an official release date.

Love. That’s it.

— Lauren London (@LaurenLondon) November 22, 2017

@LaurenLondon and I had a dope relationship and made a Beautiful child. we are deciding to separate and raise our Son together as the main priority. This was A mutual choice and We will function with each-other as family w love and respect.

— THA GREAT (@NipseyHussle) November 22, 2017

 

Injury Reserve – S On Ya Chest (Floss Album)

[Verse 1: Ritchie with the T]
Ya Vic said he want that blue collar rap
Man how I’m suppose to bring blue collar back
I guess Groggs is Phonte, and I am early Ye
Cause I ain’t Big Pooh man that nigga lame, yo
Had that nappy headed nigga on they payroll
Had a s on his chest since the Muppets
I can’t wait until I can get to stunting
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs, it’s nothing
Me and my niggas get it jumping
They askin for a brotha at the door like Lauren London, in Frontin’
We been on we been on something
They just hella mad cause the kid been buzzing
What you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you wanna say it, but that ain’t right kid
This that Aquemini plus a Pisces
This that fuck you come and fight me
To your boss cause he just thinks you’re a nice kid
And could care less if your future was the brightest

[Bridge]
Ya what you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you want to say it, but that ain’t right kid
What you know about a young nigga like this
What you know about a young neighbor like this
I did the second one for the white kids
Cause I know you want to say it, but that ain’t right kid

[Hook]
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for rest, ya
Ya, and they like how I roll
Remember when a nigga was 5’9 with corn rolls
Now I need pink suits for the whole show
We need Groggs in all pink or all gold
Yah it’s time to floss
All these other dudes they ain’t down at all
Ever since a Motorola, I’ve been down to ball
I’ve been, I’ve been going no time to fall, I said
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for the rest, ya

[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]
Ready to tour the world I’m done with this local shit
If you got crazy bars then we the locoist
Stay with an A’s fitted like Coco Crisp
Ya I’m athletic even though I’m kind of husky
I got that bay game I still pull the girlies trust me
Fuck you, I’m a lady killer
Word to Green, Al or CeeLo
I’m just a common man out here trying to do it for the people
Looking at these rappers I don’t see too many equals
Stay drinking liquor cause it got me feeling good
Even though this nine-to-five got me mad stressed
Got me smoking more blacks than the hood
But really it’s nothing to me
No time for losses, all we do is see W’s, you like ‘What’s a W b?”
Since we’’re talking about dubs we’re the best on the west
Here to save the game with this s on my chest

[Hook]
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for rest, ya
Ya, and they like how I roll
Remember when a nigga was 5’9 with corn rolls
Now I need pink suits for the whole show
We need Groggs in all pink or all gold
Yah it’s time to floss
All these other dudes they ain’t down at all
Ever since a Motorola, I’ve been down to ball
I’ve been, I’ve been going no time to fall, I said
Ya, with a s on my chest, yo
Ya I’m the best I’m the best
I’ve been going and going going
No rest for the best
If you’re going and going going
No test for the rest, ya

[Outro]
Remember momma said you need to go ahead
And say it with a yeah yeah yeah
Now I need a vest just in case the pigs spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit we all need a vest just in case they spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But real niggas multiply, yup that’s the saying ain’t it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Riding around and the windows tinted
Yeah we’re breaking necks in the whip we spinning
Shit I’d break a neck in a Honda Civic
I be breaking necks dancing on Thanksgiving
This one makes me wish I never cut it
Had the naturals like my dad I’m stunting
In the backseat swang-
Remember momma said you need to go ahead
And say it with a yeah yeah yeah
Now I need a vest just in case the pigs spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit we all need a vest just in case they spraying at it
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
But real niggas multiply, yup that’s the saying ain’t it?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Riding around and the windows tinted
Yeah we’re breaking necks in the whip we spinning
Shit I’d break a neck in a Honda Civic
I be breaking necks dancing on Thanksgiving
This one makes me wish I never cut it
Had the naturals like my dad I’m stunting
In the backseat swinging banging jumping
And the white girls like “Can I touch it?”