XXL Freshman Freestyle: Stefflon Don Freestyle

Lyrics

I can keep it coming 50 to 100, I been making mummy proud, ah Pulled up in the maddest ting, you can hear me coming from 100 miles, ah I'm the realest ting, bitches imitating but this is my sound, yo When you step inna the UK ask the realest niggas what I'm about, yo Titty big and the batty too Ride the cocky like I'm 22 I could care less where your hair's from 'cause your lace fronts kinda showing boo Blood clot, dem a send for all real dun-da-da Pull up in a Maserati with a sawn-off shotty I got body, she got bodies My ting good, my ting mad Fucking with me, have you gone mad? I speak my mind, say how I feel Sometimes I feel I'm too real Bitches cooking but that taste off That sauce fake, that's bellyache If I'm coming, that mask off That's 1-8-7, I'm in your face