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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

cause
A nigga got colder
I got older, nuttin' changed my persona
You're a Corsa and I'm a Rover
The name's Double so there
Ain't nuttin' to this
I'm

M6 is whipping this up on this thing sphero
Elevate, this mix sounds mad

If CID try pree this car
My IC3's are runnin' fast
No one ain't got down

London Town

A$AP Mob

Cozy Tapes, Vol. 1: Friends

2016

the paper chase
Stoned all in London town
Smile for the camera lenses, I ain't shy
I'mma fly by
I'm a fly guy
Sell that ya-ya
Yeah yeah yeah,

bad 
Got her stomach flat, chest out ass in aye gotta add add add 
She ah bad ting bad ting bad ting bad ting yeah aye she bad bad bad 


(Verse 1)

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

Criss ting got me simping every night
She want me touch road, or get pon a flight
Shit go left, she gone always do me right
She got these niggas fooled

Yah
Yah
Yah
Juice
Juice
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got it
Yo
Look
Man ah real God man, dem fi know dis
Sold out to Jesus
And dem fi know say we

Captain
We been telling them
Bang your head again
Unclassified
We ain't begging friends
And the yukey guy
He got hell of gems


My style fluid
Doing it like

best in
I ain't got time for a dead ting I got ventures I'm tryna invest in
And I ain't ever been on no violence
But I can't chat for some of my bredrins

shits an illusion
Like what did I say? Mans so hot I don't need that asian persuasion
I need to reset
Offline ting just call me Offset
Like all these

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

Bad ting
Bad ting
Bad ting
Bad ting
Bad ting
Bad ting
Bad ting
I want you
I need you
Tonight
I want you
I need you
Tonight
You're a bad ting got me

be wondering
Who's that guy on a high take
You be wondering
Who's that guy on a high take

But this ain't a joke ting
When you see the gun is smoking

Boy Better Know in the club stomping
I've got paper, cash, wong, ching
Any one of us can buy out the bar
You used to be a ching chang chong ting
Jump

You ain't got bounce, hear that
My ting come with a bang, fear that
Pack get liff, jet pack
I ain't got flame for the gas, setback
Swallowed that

and I'm back on a D'USSE ting

Nigga, we, we been through all of this before
Cocaine in a drawer
Pistol by the pocket, baby, ready for a war
Comin'

My iPhone goes ping ping
Cause your mans on my line like ding ding
But it's not a ting ting
Cause he eats me up like din dins
Got money in

It's On

Sean Paul

Dutty Rock [2002 Clean]

2002

you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem waan tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get

It's On

Sean Paul

Riddim Driven: Trilogy

2001

fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh