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on the come up
Now she all over this dick
No I cannot love her
Yea she's just another ting
Only want you for the clout
No she ain't looking for no ring
Yea
Move

Street Fighter Riddim

D Double E

Street Fighter Riddim

a scar on your chest like Sagat
Street fighting that's what I'm bad at
My tings working perfect

I come through in a beat up Honda
Give man a hundred

Thank the Lord in the light
Now I'm on Lord of the Mic
My young boys ride around with their swords on a bike ting
Swap that bike for a horse

you're told though
I'm loco, I'm cold bro
Feel strong as a Volvo
Like the rush the first
Time smokin' that coco
But nah (I don't) touch dem ting
It's

føles at være et ærligt menneske
Ikke have ting i sin fortid man ikke vil kendes ved
Hvordan føles det og leve et stille liv
Og glemme alle sine problemer

back
My cash like a Boomerang
Now peng tings, wanna cook me paela (yea)
When I'm chilling in Venezuela (yea)
I know, wicked I flow
True soldier no G.I.

pass and say bless like me nuh know her
If tings nuh right me nah go tan and take it more far
Cause a nuh everything me have me ago show her
No time fi

on the roads
Done about three shows
And it's like ten times that
I got the reloads
I'm high as hell (High as hell)
On this rap ting, I'm the Southern girl
I've

London
That's a United Kingdom
Ting move back and forth like a swing song
And no doubt the rain come
Feel you bad 'til you par with Michael Jackson

hvis det skjedde no
Men jeg skjønner ikke lenger, bare fred og ro
Jeg er ikke redd for noen ting, bare Gud
Men han passer på meg når jeg føler stress

someone real
No fugazi, just genuine feels yeah
I love different, you know that it heals
It's so crazy (Crazy in love)
Many levels to this ting boy
But you

a rough neck nigga
Mandingo in the sack
That ain't afraid to pull my hair
And do the rest of that
My ting never lack, batty on massive attack
Heart big too

a Boomerang 

Now peng tings, wanna cook me paela (yea)
When I'm chilling in Venezuela (yea)
I know, wicked I flow
True soldier no G.I. Joe (pew, pew, pew)

stuff
Step in the dance and then we cut a rug
Talking about such and such
Okay but she just ain't enough
Came in the game and killed this
Ting in like

turned the door knob
And walked right in, hi
With a lean in my step
And some weed in my crep
You know how my ting set
You know how mad it gets when I bar

gwan with many tings
Mi ah the gyaldem medicine
Mi ah the sniper, top bin striker
Know seh me beat dem regularly
Anything, ah anything, chocolate M&M

Survival of the fittest right now so everyone's fighting
Everyone raps but they know about drills but is you riding?
Kway back on a pushbike ting we done

hva vi hører på
Få noen spørsmål om hva vi skal gjøre nå
Hvordan vi lever livet så høyt på strå
Skriver for store og små om normale ting
Folkelige

Just because 
Might just bust a brain 
Tony hawking things 
Imma thug 
Lotta battri tings
Fucking for the fame 
That's a dub 
Then want wedding rings

The ting come big so my arms all hurtin'
Any opp nigga that lacks I guarantee a mans gonna close them curtains

Money afi make, ring trap ring trap

talking mute
They don't raise no alarms
These man are all drip
I ain't talking bout garms
I got this game on grip
I see the ting in my palms
One day you'll

verse could mash up a room
This tings A class man, don't do that
Fam thats a Y like backing balloons
Kweng rise up, I'll slap it kaboom
Man go nuts like

und sagt Wah Gwaan wie bei Top Boy
Sie nennt mich King ich mach mein Ting
Aber sie sagt wie's abläuft


Girl, beziehungsweise Frau
Du weißt genau was du

play hard, I never played around
Had to go ghost just so I could bring the Wraith around
I pulled up to where I grew up on the grown ting, it was Rolls