Big Tobz, Dizzee Rascal - Smoke lyrics

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

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

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)
P-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

Pull up in somethin' with the windows smokey
Lookin' all low-key (Uh)
I tell a pussy, "Better act like you know me"
(yeah) i smack a pussy like they owe me
I tell a bad B, "Bow down and blow me" (Woo)
You say it's all love, come and show me
Suck on this pole, do it slowly
Hold these balls like a goalie
You can tell me I'm your one and your only
(What?)
I can tell you that's a bunch of baloney
(Whoa)
Stop bein' phoney, you ain't gotta lie (Uh)
And I ain't gotta try and put
Your batty in the sky
Yes, between you and I, I am not a chatty guy
Don't chat a pack of lies
Just pucker up your lips and find the saliva
And I'm satisfied that your cat is sanitised
'Cause my willy on the rise
And my knack is full of vibe
Tell you open up your eyes
And I give you the surprise (Splash, woo)
Nastiness i can't help, I'm a narcissist
I worked hard for this
You don't like what I spit
Give my arse a kiss
You see, my patience thin as the mauger is
No patience, I'm not a pharmacist (Nah)
And I was fatherless
(yeah) , but I'm the father
There's nobody harder, it's Dizzee Ras' (No)
Yeah, I know what drama is (Is)

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)
P-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
(Back then)
And now my heart's Stone Cold like Austin

Risin' got that sauce, innit