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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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

yuh house wid di banana clip
Got my finger on my trigger, I be bussing it
When I run up in yuh house wid di banana clip
If it ain't about

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

Heat Up

Roll Deep

In at the Deep End

2005

bout to heat up
Roll Deeper..
Jet one, Jet two, Jet three
Jus got a strap, people guarded by me
But hear i got a story to tell
See the life

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

Look I was gone for the winter
But I'm back for the summer
Got her swag from her dad
And her ass from her mama
She my Brown Skin Ting
I wouldn't

a knife through a family friend
Most the women that I know had shit happen to them
So innocent 'til guilty, ain't somethin' I have to respect
I think

the right tune
I got a two hunnies by my side to the left and the right.

And it's a blessing
Money keep coming in constant
Buff ting skipping in my way
Babe

moe
Off my dick you fucking hoe
Big tings, glistening, this ain't makeup, I just glow
(I got a few more things I wanna say though before I wrap shit up)