| Every time you see me I’ll be doing what I know
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| Bodying the beat, following the flow
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| Fingers on the detonator suttin’s gonna blow
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| Funny we continuously cut it but it grow
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| Knowing everything I need to know I’ve got the ammo
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| Me and my family get the place rammo
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| Maybe one day we might act like an adult
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| Loving every minute, every second is a nano
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| Fammo, London to Milano, the beeny
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| Get in their bikini when I spread the fettuccini
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| Mr. Dabbalini with the flaming Lamborghini
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| What do you mean you can’t believe the people pay to come and see me?
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| See that, here’s another CD churning
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| Light up from underneath and keep the fire burning
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| Rappers think they’re slick until I kick them in the sternum shit
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| The way them engineering it you’d think that I was German
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| (Schnell)
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| Sloppy MC’s catch a beating
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| Dabbla’s just sick it’s not something that he’s eaten (No!)
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| Running round set tryna exorcise the demons
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| My team, seen more green than a vegan (Believe!)
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| Good job music is the key (What!)
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| Used to be a criminal, wasn’t really me
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| There’s a lot of rappers trying to act like D
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| I just wanna round them up and chuck 'em in the sea
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| See a man about a dog and that’s an opportunity
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| E the A the M and I’ma try and keep it G
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| Everybody’s looking answers, life is like a tree
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| Motherfucker, let it breathe
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| I don’t give a fuck, never have, never will (Uh!)
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| I don’t give a fuck, never have, never will (No!)
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| I don’t give a fuck, never have, never will (Never!)
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| I don’t give a fuck, never have, never have
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| It’s like oh my, freakin' days
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| Weeks, months, years and it’s nothing but the blood, sweat, tears
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| When I’m cutting up the brand new flavour in your ears
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| Spill another cup like cheers
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| Here’s to the bloody scene, still trying to profit off a young man’s dream
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| In a dumbed down version on a blurry little screen
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| How you mean? |
| Don’t you know Dabbla’s a machine?
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| And to those who been with me from the start
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| Know that I’ma fully represent and do my part (Innit!)
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| Raising up the bar, now it’s hard to see the mark
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| This bit reminds me of groove is in the heart
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| Smart, only way to be — trust!
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| Full stop, end of, nothing to discuss
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| Leave you with your face down, rub it in the dust
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| I remain hardcore, til the centre of the crust
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| Bust, gradually adjust, sadness
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| Me and my team be murdering this rap ting
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| When I tap into the algorithm of the pattern
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| I’ma cause a situation big enough to swing a cat in
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| I don’t give a fuck, never have, never have
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| I don’t give a fuck, never will, never will
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| I don’t give a fuck, never have, never have
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| I don’t give a fuck, never will, never will
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| It goes oh my, freakin' days
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| Weeks, months, year and it’s nothing but the blood, sweat, tears
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| When I’m cutting up the brand new flavour in your ears
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| Raise another cup like cheers
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| Here’s to the bloody scene, still trying to profit off a young man’s dream
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| In a dumbed down version on a blurry little screen
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| How you mean? |
| Don’t you know Dabbla’s a machine?
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| Uh yeah, Uh yeah
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| Uh yeah, Uh yeah
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| Uh yeah, Uh yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Bluh! |
| Bluh! |
| Bluh!
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| Bluh! |
| Bluh! |
| Bluh!
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| Bluh! |
| Bluh! |
| Bluh!
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| Wile out, out, out, out, out, out, out… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cheers, artist - Dabbla. Album song Year of the Monkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп