Smoke Big Tobz & Dizzee Rascal

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[Chorus: Big Tobz]
Yo, pull up on smoke (Smoke)
Like, "Who's got a problem?" (Who?)
Two bad Bs on their knees
And they're both tryna say they don't do this often (L-L-Liars)
Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit)
And I got the game locked, no locksmith
Used to have love for them boy there
And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin (Cold, cold)
Yo, pull up on smoke (Smoke, smoke)
Like, "Who's got a problem?"
Two bad Bs on their knees
And they're both tryna say they don't do this often
Hot boy summer, doin' hot shit (Hot shit)
And I got the game locked, no locksmith
Used to have love for them boy there
And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin
[Verse 1: Big Tobz]
Yo, bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym (Woo)
You was in your crib or probably linkin' chicks (Yeah)
Now I'm livin' lavish, bitches think I'm rich (What?)
Eatin' steak and lobster, no more fish 'n' chips (Yeah)
See my diamonds shinin' when I flick my wrist (Woo)
This a different chapter, had to flip the script (Woo)
In a different penthouse with a different chick (Yeah)
You can really tell a nigga live for this
#Winning (Uh), splash mad figures (Uh)
Gangland livin' (Yeah), Mad Max did him (What?)
LV rucksack, backpack drippin'
Rap mad lyrics, any track man spin him (Uh)
Fat black dick in (Woo), had gyal trippin' (Woo)
Brown skin girl, bend your back and dig it
New whip soon land, matte black kitted (UIh)
Late night road, on the back man's skiddin'
Yo, back then she used to diss a nigga
Now she feel she winnin' 'cause she's wid a nigga
I was in her friend-zone, now my dick is in her
Plus I'm fuckin' twins, I call it Sister Sister
I was tappin' oysters, now I'm tappin' models
I don't trap, I scam, I'm makin' grands at uncles'
No lackin', fam, make sure the MAC is on you
If that strap gets clapped, another man's in soil, whoa