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brother this ting can't di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
Let's have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh

Yo, they ain't got no style
Everybody's full

ting,
And if you feel my shit, I'm on a thankin' ting
But if you bring a pretty girl around me,
I'm on a spankin' ting, it's no wankin' ting ai
See me I'm

(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,

a fuck right now
Let a nigga swim in the pussy on the low
'Bout to go drown in the cup right now, holla at me

Yeah, I got two tings comin' through

chop life or this, cah people try take man for prick
Man I ain't got time for this shit, I barely got time to go hit bitch
Hold this stick, hold this

pull up, no evading tings (Woowoo)

I’ve been tryna get it on a regular
I don’t really got me no competitor
The shit that I been on that’s high up nigga

a woodbine ting
By the shore, Haagen Dazs, its a good time ting
Get a tan, bring your mans, to the woodbine ting
East side, every night, on some woodbine ting

close
Cuz they plotting on the end of me

I got dread on me
Yeah You know I'm locked In
Couple bets on me
Couple years I'll be in
Top 10
I'm for this shit

rap but I ain’t got no Grammy
Been on my Cena shit, I’m just a nigga ahead of the game that they can’t see
Step in the function and people are

let her get away with murder
Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah,

it's smoky
I ain't gotta talk, I got previous and all the opp boys know me
'Cause most been touched by me or C or my CG homies
I'm a top boy from my

to waste, I got gal on this ting
Peng ting named Madison
There ain't no way you're embarrassing me
Yeah, ting proper, big shotta
Got the sauce once I dab

I wanna start by saying
If you're gonna do them tings, best do them proper
I ain't gonna chat to feds
If it goes left, best know we don't chat

my shit look red
A-List ting left her on read

Up all week ain't seen my bed
I ain't tryna see the end
Pop two beans she rock then roll again
Off these

don't waste time
More fire
So yh please pour some shats 
And get get get lose
I'm getting jet with my guys I got groove
I got gin I got juice
In this ting

the bastards
Long ride got the seatbelt fastened
Take time meditate on the hardest
Swift feet I can run with the fastest
A new ting’s been done
Right now a new

They be taking the piss cuz
DO
Bare manna chat shit blud
DO
Climbing on my dick
DO  
Don't care bout ya ends bruv DO
25 For a Ben best DO
If the ting

make me have to ride by high school
Shit you man been dropping lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
So much people buy into my hype, don't make

Givenchy Bag

Future

Givenchy Bag

2019

The tings that she want, ayy
I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
Told you sip syrup, or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you standing

yeah
Look at the flick of the wrist
I ain't ever seen 'em do it like this
I just been up in the lab, whipping and cooking this shit
She a hot ting
I

hits 

Started from nothing, stay humble

Put working on me over stupid shit 

They wanna hate, I let ‘em hate

Ain’t no distracting me

Momma she proud

Johnson
I been sick
I got that fire don't come wid a pink slip
Distinguishable but never extinguished
Listen to me
It simple
My ting tun up and di ting buck

I want the real ting
I want the real real ting I'm talking whoo
My bitch gone toast you
If it ain't what it seems
My dope so potent
It's that boom

Roll up in the Benz it's a black ting
Big batty hunny it a Lap ting
Black ring
Bad ting
Getting bare gally all calling me daddy that shit on tap ting