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weed (Shit)
Youngin turning to a fucken fiend now
Always sipping on a dirty lean
I ain't trying to stress about a fucken ting now

Fucken ting now I

Super Predator

Styles P

All-Amerikkkan Bada$$

2017

and the fellas too
Trying to be perennial, but chances living is minimal
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain't

be good, with a mix, little mix, ain’t got shit, on this kid, fuck, this kid lit, let’s get Fucken lit

Hook x4
The three x’s (three x’s)
Yeah that

the walk
Broski hiding shit in sock
Can't take mine cuz my ting on lock
The kids unknown posted on the block
Stay on his grind cuz he sell that rock
I got

your options for real comparing to me them niggas ain't shit baby
Fuck a relationship, bitch I need a sneaky link
Don't care if you cuffed by a scrub

your neck
Cause ain't shit sweet
Peng ting every week
Catch flights we don't speak
Gyal and the heat
One hand on her cheek
Cruddy with the set
Take no

runnin, bitch shit

Do what I want Can't tell me nothing 
I got it all, y'all niggas fronting  
Do what I want Can't tell me nothing 
I got it all, y'all

And you ain't on a kilo ting
I don't wanna hear about crunch and food and tings
Man don't do those tings
On-sight, thought he was onside, init
Saw them

she dance for amusement, that's my new ting, she ain't choosing
Mate I don't chat shit, I can still make hits without talking 'bout all the bootings

got tested
(Bubu) but that was a shit ting
Would've hurt more if you got injected (True)
Yardie ting try jump in the way of the corn
Like, wah, she's

(It's Havok, baby)
(I swear that's Ekayy)
(Heatmaky got the hit, though)
They run when they hear that the ting goes bang
Sku-du-du, du-du-du,

Em How We Get Crunk Up In The Club.
ono wine on
Chorus:
Shake that booty, turn it around
(shake that ting, turn it around)
Back that ass up, wine go

some more, nigga)
Yeah

I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings
I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne
When I smell

I got one baddie from them ways I said bring a baddie for nk
Moving tings and teaching the game I feel like a rizzing sensei
Back then it was Stewie

got naira, pounds and dollars
I don't wanna doll up, I just wanna ball up
She ain't got a man, so that means no comma
Fold down one, stand up like

cancelled out division
And shout out to my niggas who ain't on no dirty business
Plagued by the police and these dirty politicians
Where the fuck was

skank
Can't stop my sound because a got Shit boxed
Shut down ting when im on the Block
Man go mad make you wanna lick Shots
Screw face ting with an evil

Bend up your back
Gwarn bruk off your spine
W-wile out for me
Girl you know what this about
Look, Girl it ain't no black cab ting
If I pull up on, pull

you're chasing the fame nah bro we ain't the same
Yeah man's not afraid m a v i'm bringing the rage
Stepping all blacked out doing my ting I come off

that kisses blow
Because by the end of the game
You'll see trophies, medals, Mexican waves
And your ten man on the stage like
Victory’s Tottenham's,

police approachin' (Shit)
Divertin' a sales to a next number
'Cause it's loose and this hotline's stolen
(Brr)
Me and my gyal ain't ever watched Frozen
She

Dem man broke, as a joke
It's not even funny
Can't answer the phone
I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right

I’m Meek Mill
Used to bang at the ranges for clean kills
All the youts blazing and knifing for cheap thrills
Come and chat shit, I ain't fearing ya
Got

That I want some
Like I ain't got some
She thinks I want her
For the breast and bum
I ain't a dunce but
You must tek mi fi one

Still tryna eat dinner