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a prison year
I be wild like engineer
Look at this lil nga here
I just made it to the coast
F H be the boat
Guttaman he be the goat


Mr. Sweet

we dont hunt

speeds, I think I smell some tinkle
Stop sleepin' on the punch wizard, Mr. Van Winkle
Fuck some dog, only cannabis, cause fentanyl lethal
To me a hater

the sunny days look at the weather
We take off like birds but we're losing our feathers
I fall by my guys then we're falling together
Enough with the deep

I just made a oner, I ain’t done a thing
A lil favour for my bruddah
Errand for a king
So I made a little butter
A couple sides of mutton
Got it from

'm showin off my ass

Pass lil bro a play you know that he caught it like a snag
Why the fuck do they talk about opps all day niggas fags
By the way you act I

you can't get under my skin
I'm protected by PETA
What's poppin' lil' baby
When you gon' take me on a tour to your G-Spot
Yeah, you can show me how you

it called
The bag Is up

It Go
1-800 Fuck a nigga
Who's going to hate on me
Mr. Malcolm X
We ain't going to play it
If you play with me
Lil bro Hit me

Grade A no reg, only top tier
You know what it is, Mr. Keep One Rolled up
Straight lace, I don't even know how To fold up
When I hit the stage with I

age Mr. Shit u cannot fool me

Don't u ever false claim on my name
Don't claim GDN if u not in no gang
I'll spill yo fuckin brains, fuck yo sister

Routine Check

The Streets

Pure Grime: The Very Best of Grime

2014

Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name
I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I

Dam she told me I would need her uuuh
Summa cum laude she was raised by a preacher yeah
Told me how he violated touched how he beat her uuuhh
If its him

me up
I'm going in on they ass

Sorry that I'm late
I'm Mr. Life of the Party
Blunt fucking lit
Shit let's gone get started
And yea I hit them beats

to elevate my mind

And watch the time fly by
I'm turnt up, and high, and drunk
So what? Who gives a fuck
Nigga roll up, what's the hold up

I'm turnt up,

address 
I stepped outside, you tried to Goto the car
That make yo ass hoe, you wanna take it to far
I had your lil bitch, smoking dick, Cuban cigar 
You

it snow bringing all them bricks in
So fuck it I'm money sprung, Mr. Go Get It Done
That shit ain't my fault, it's always reasons
I pull it, I bet he

Joey got put in the trash, Isaiah got knocked on his ass, Jordan couldn't stand on his one good foot
Lil mr Hamlin tried to break me well guess what G

don't blend with 'em
Gotta keep a burner on me like I'm Mr. Smithers
I'm feeling like none of you niggas come as advertised
Bunch of killers with no

'm Mr. T now
Scratch off in this foreign
Watch how I get followed by dick chasers
They say my money fake, cause there ain't no way I got this much paper

the laos
because thats what I am and papers what Im about
dont be fooled by the looks because looks can kill
if they really knew who i was they would be

after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I

karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where

who I want this feeling that I have for u girl I can’t explain and I’m craving for my baby to come build up in my brain

I had a girl by the name

You get more for your money
When you fuck with Mr. Porter

Yeah
Tweak my vocals just a lil bit
Yeah
Turn me up sound man just a lil bit

Good

Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*

No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you