Bins
Got that Crocs on my feet
Yeah, grooving to that beat
I know im super happy cus im boutta beat my meat
Boppin down the street
Along to Butcher Pete
You know I finna play that song to everyone I meet
Call me Johnny Sins aye
Getting drunks on gins aye
Come at me again and ill give your chin a spin aye
That'll be a bad day
Think about what you say
If your not careful I'll drown you in a pile of hay
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Let me tell you a story
To mark my territory
And if you don't listen ill throw you off this lorry
Called it bins its where I put my McFlorry
Cause I don't litter bitch could you say sorry
Your bitch cooks my sausages
I pay all her morgages
Drip too hard it be braking loads of marriages
I own all the cottages
My cars fill up garages
Got bored of cars so I bought loads of racehorses
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Don't care what you say
Kill your dog with hair spray
Make your pubes go grey
You'll be my new prey
Hit you with a shrink ray
Make you turn extra gay
Throw you off the highway
Make you miss your birthday
No rhyming schemes
No clear theme
Bins is still fresher than a block of cheddar cheese
Better get your sun cream
Cause this songs is extreme
Bars so hard it be flowing through my bloodstream
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
This aint Music Mashup 3
This songs a pure beauty
Hotter than a coffee
Sweeter than a brownie
Your girls booty bouncy
Make me go all goofy
Take her to the movie
And we cuddle all cozy
Go for a bite to eat
Bang in my en suite
On my new toilet seat
Nut in a heartbeat
Said I was a real treat
Asked "Are you an athlete"?
I said its what I eat
But all I eat is sweets
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Now im vibing in the sun
With crisps and a water gun
Pissing off a nun
Cause I do this shit just for fun
Now this ain't no pun
But look at what we've done
This album's number one
Its bound to win a tonne
So now as you can tell
I've ran out of stuff to say
So uhhhhh...
Your mums gay
Its bins aye had loads of twins aye
Ill wack your shins aye, thats a proper win aye
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins...
Its bins
Yeah, grooving to that beat
I know im super happy cus im boutta beat my meat
Boppin down the street
Along to Butcher Pete
You know I finna play that song to everyone I meet
Call me Johnny Sins aye
Getting drunks on gins aye
Come at me again and ill give your chin a spin aye
That'll be a bad day
Think about what you say
If your not careful I'll drown you in a pile of hay
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Let me tell you a story
To mark my territory
And if you don't listen ill throw you off this lorry
Called it bins its where I put my McFlorry
Cause I don't litter bitch could you say sorry
Your bitch cooks my sausages
I pay all her morgages
Drip too hard it be braking loads of marriages
I own all the cottages
My cars fill up garages
Got bored of cars so I bought loads of racehorses
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Don't care what you say
Kill your dog with hair spray
Make your pubes go grey
You'll be my new prey
Hit you with a shrink ray
Make you turn extra gay
Throw you off the highway
Make you miss your birthday
No rhyming schemes
No clear theme
Bins is still fresher than a block of cheddar cheese
Better get your sun cream
Cause this songs is extreme
Bars so hard it be flowing through my bloodstream
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
This aint Music Mashup 3
This songs a pure beauty
Hotter than a coffee
Sweeter than a brownie
Your girls booty bouncy
Make me go all goofy
Take her to the movie
And we cuddle all cozy
Go for a bite to eat
Bang in my en suite
On my new toilet seat
Nut in a heartbeat
Said I was a real treat
Asked "Are you an athlete"?
I said its what I eat
But all I eat is sweets
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Now im vibing in the sun
With crisps and a water gun
Pissing off a nun
Cause I do this shit just for fun
Now this ain't no pun
But look at what we've done
This album's number one
Its bound to win a tonne
So now as you can tell
I've ran out of stuff to say
So uhhhhh...
Your mums gay
Its bins aye had loads of twins aye
Ill wack your shins aye, thats a proper win aye
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins aye, its bins
Its bins...
Its bins
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Train
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