"it's not litter if you bin it" lyrics

(I'm in the club lookin' two out of ten)
(I got twos off a blem, off a bouncer named Ben)
(Small pack, I smoked like two out of ten)
(And I'd do it again)
(I'm stood with a friend of a friend)
(And I'm tryna pretend that I heard what they said)
(But I'm too anxious to make them—)

I'm in the club lookin' two out of ten
I got twos off a blem, off a bouncer named Ben
Small pack, I smoked like two out of ten
And I'd do it again
I'm stood with a friend of a friend
And I'm tryna pretend that I heard what they said
But I'm too anxious to make them ask me again

What's the price of the shoes that'll give me elegant moves
I'm stood in a terrible group, got Class B stuffed in a evidence tube
I don't wanna be rude but me and this girl got opposing views
She just loves starting feuds with random dudes and it's half past two
And now I gotta fight some guy that I sort of like, 'cause I think he's nice
We've spoken a couple times on random nights and he bought me pints
He's even sold me white, there's numerous times we've snorted lines
We're having a gorgeous time but he rocked my jaw, now I'm on my bike

Too many fights that I'm fighting, fighting for you
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Would you feel my thighs when I'm fighting, making me lose
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)

I'd buy more shit from the States if it weren't for the customs charge
Garments cost me an arm and a leg and I gotta pay more just to post it far
I'm whizzin' round in electric cars, leaving texts with a double x
Confess my love on the VCR
I just got told to lickety-split
Got a Yu Mei on my belt loop walkin' round with the wickedest hip
You walkin' round in some rickety-rick
This Van Cleef ain't authentic, don't take the mickety-mick
I see myself in Joe Jonas, I don't see much in Kev or Nick
If I get nicked he pretends my dealer's pissed because I'll just snitch
This workout's killing me, I swear to God, I might throw up
I'm doing far more sports walking back and forth round the Co-Op

Too many fights that I'm fighting, fighting for you
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Would you feel my thighs when I'm fighting, making me lose
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Too many fights that I'm fighting, fighting for you
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Would you feel my thighs when I'm fighting, making me lose
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Too many fights that I'm fighting, fighting for you
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Would you feel my thighs when I'm fighting, making me lose
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Too many fights that I'm fighting, fighting for you
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)
Would you feel my thighs when I'm fighting, making me lose
(Bada, oh, bada, oh)