| I’ve got that bounce that they can’t achieve
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| So phat the shit is clogging up their arteries
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| Coughing up a part of me
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| Honestly I don’t know where to start with these gassy individuals
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| Who make it so hard to breath, inconsistently
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| Operation 'keep it clean' failed miserably
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| Still it’s going so swimmingly
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| Admittedly, probably be remembered as the biggest prick in history
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| Who did it so despicably
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| Little yellow men who run around tickle me
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| Animated playback, flames in the dysentery
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| Trying to get them days back, chained so differently
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| You is a little waste cack, consider this your christening
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| Hold your nose and lay back
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| Who’s a little baby, you soft little baby shut up!
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| I keep it calmer and practise the pranayama
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| Your style is about as flavoursome as an Asda tomato
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| And when it comes to that skill I’m pterodactILL
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| Man are never sat still
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| I remember that thrill
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| Me? |
| Trying to put the fun back in this shit
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| You? |
| You were never that real
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| It’s a good job I’ve got that confidence within myself (Innit!)
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| Cause if I’m honest I ain’t really feeling no one else (nope!)
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| More trouble than it’s worth that’s what it spells
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| And I would love to hang around you but it fucking smells
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| From When decks had belts if anyone remembers
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| The status is legendary with no contenders
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| Cooked it up in the garages, garden sheds
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| And cellars
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| Plus we paid for the damage, there’s nothing you can tell us
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| Getting jealous and crunching numbers and call a bookie
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| We keep it coming and running order like how it should be
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| My coordinates cracking just like a fortune cookie
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| What-dyama-call it I’m calling you out, you all a pussy
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| Speaking lasers and natives ought to have understood me
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| I’ve been up for ages I tought the neighbours to boogie woogie
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| The journey took me to Hooky Street with the lucky lucky
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| Look how we smashed it like any spot on this map you put me
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| And when it come to that vibe, I done perfect mine
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| While you stumble back blind
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| How they love to chastise (me!)
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| Trying to do what’s right and keep it family
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| You? |
| You was never that live
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| And I’ve got no reservations
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| My flow demonstrates a slow preservation
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| And I would love to be the man that you look up to
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| But I find it hard enough to meet my own expectations, celebrations
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| Took a selfie of me looking unhealthy
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| Getting felt up by some elderly women
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| Bitch, have you smelt me?
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| Rosie like your girls farts
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| Cosy cause the upgrades suppose to resemble something in first class
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| But not as pricey, I like it proper feisty
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| Hot and spicy, no wonder they wanna ostracise me
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| Your life does not entice me, if you haven’t noticed
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| Shame your rhymes ain’t kicking more than your halitosis
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| Bring a swarm of locusts, plagues and the petulance
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| Made it rain cause I couldn’t contain the excellence
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| Wake all the fucking residence and tell them i’m here
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| Introducing the man of the motherfucking year!
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| And when it comes to that skill I’m pterodactILL
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| Man are never sat still
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| I remember that thrill
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| Me? |
| Trying to put the fun back in this shit
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| You? |
| You were never that real
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| And when it come to that vine, I done perfect mine
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| While you stumble back blind
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| How they love to chastise (me!)
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| Trying to do what’s right and keep it family
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| You? |
| You was never that live |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PterodactILL, artist - Dabbla. Album song Year of the Monkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп