Lyrics Justin Bieber - Smoke Boys, Dizzee Rascal

Justin Bieber

I don’t love these hoes
They don’t love me neither
The Feds thinks bro’s a dealer
Got nicked with Justin Bieber
She just wanna smoke my tree
Let her light up the reefa (What you talkin' bout?)
Mans still shelling down functions
Backstrap I’m smoking runtz
This weed from Cali not London
Bust the pack it’s so pungent
Man keep it so 100
Whole one 3 6 onion
I was on road like bunion
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 p’s (cap)
Trap mash no I ain’t deetsing that
No tic gimme my p’s infact
Shut down shows with bronem
& I got food Come din with me
Pengting sippin' on rosè
Told her com wine on me
Saying she’s down for me
Hold that wap & hide my weed
Man came up in the T
Trapstar like Mike & Lee (trap)
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
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 are 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
My 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
SB coldest dead ting touched me I felt insulted
If she 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
I don’t love these hoes
They don’t love me neither
The Feds thinks bro’s a dealer
Got nicked with Justin Bieber
She just wanna smoke my tree
Let her light up the reefa
Man did T then man got P
Then getting beenies got easier
(Yeah) Little bit of Naija and a little bit of Ghana
Solid as a rock no chinks in my armour
Come against me that’s a whole lot of karma
Spit it like a llama, 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 I go a little harder
Don’t hold back let me go a little farther
Pretty little thing, took her Benihana
Says she’s on a diet, give her the banana
I don’t wanna harm her, drop a couple grand (e) on her like Ariana
All up in my face with the cam panorama
Everywhere I go it’s a hype and a saga
But I know what I’d rather
I’m a star in a fast car not a charger
It’s a rari top back like a barber
Fresh fade and a snapback the piranha
Rocking Prada miss me with the palaver
Or the rara and the roads are lava
Hotter than the Sahara getting harder
Everybody wanna try be a dondada
Balaclava rude boy I don’t barter
Baller but I ain’t M. Salah
Old school like Rex and Scala
Swift said Raskit jump on this riddim I said that’s cool no drama