Artist: Smoke Boys
Track: Justin Bieber

Lyrics
HOOK (SWIFT):

I don't love these hoes
They don't love me neither
The Feds thinks bro's a dealer
Got nicked with Justin Beiber
She just wanna smoke my tree
let her light up the reefa
man did t den man got p
Then getting beenies got easier

(SLEEKS)
Mans still shelling down functions
Backstrap im smoking runtz
This weed from Cali not London
Bust the pack it's so pungent
Man Keep it so 100
Whole one 3 6 onions
I was on road like bunions
Knee deep in the trap
Zombies, rise from the dungeon
And we ain't beefing twats
Extended clip like a truncheon
Ain't seen bread, but you're talking pz cap
Trap mash no I ain't deetsing that
No tic gimme my p's infact

(LITTLEZ)

Shut down shows with bronem
& I got food Come dine with me,
Pengting Sippin on rosè
Told her come Wine on me,
Saying shes Down for me
Hold that wap & Hide my weed,
Man Came up in the T,
Trapstar like mike & Lee,
put Work on streets,
Man Reload Get gwop repeat it,
Blowing gelarts in public
See them feds I Need for speed it,
Problems man don't need it,
Locked my Old ting
Block & delete it,
Got a bad one from Sweden,
She got a man I'll Keep it a secret

(INCH)
Anytime, anywhere, Mans ready
Turn that Shelly
Bro said da packs them Land
and these ones smelly
Can't wait till the mandem Land
Everything steady, Mans ready
With the beats and the ball mans tekky
Man ah like rah, gyaly From Far
Gyaly from round suh, Gyaly from narm
Gyaly want me in safe when it gets dark
Might get a sandal if the uhhs sharp
Back in the slums, no walk in the park
Might yutes a fool, My gyals a tart
In the west and I just link bro by the zart
Look pon the stance, You know everything sharp

(DEEPEE)

SB coldest dead ting touched me I felt insulted,
If dey ain't DTF don't bring them Gyal to the motive,
Hocus pocus just dipped out Feds tried to approach us stepped out the back same way I came in & I left unnoticed

Uber, kinda left her chauffeured, Super cause dem man der soaking,
Peng gyal wanna sex & stroke it, Bet that I left her wet not roses,

Was in the clouds, flying just see the climate changing,
Back to the ends it's frying just on sites & shavings

(HOOK X2)

(DIZZEE RASCAL)

Little bit of Naij and little bit of Ghana
Solid as a rock no chinks in my armour
Come against me that's a whole lotta karma
Spitting like a lama stick of marijuana
Nip it in the bud now I'm a little less calmer
Looking for nirvana Kurt Cobain and a bit of propane now I'm all gassed up and a go little harder
Don't hold back lemme go a little farther
Pretty little thing took her benihana
Said she's on a diet give her the banana
I don't wanna harm her
Drop a couple grand on her like Ariana
All up in my face with the cam panorama
Everywhere I go it's a hype & a saga
But I know what I'd rather
I'm a star in fast car not a charger
It's a rari top back like a barber
Fresh fade and snap back the piranha
Rocking Prada miss mewith the palava
Or the ra ra
And roads are lava
hotter than the Sahara
Getting harder
Every body wanna try and be a don dada
Balaclava rude boy I don't barter
Baller but i ain't M Sala
Oldskool like Rex and Skala
Swift said Raskit jump on this riddim and I said that's cool no drama