Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tweeters, artist - Dabbla. Date of issue: 25.09.2019
Song language: English
Tweeters |
| I get lean up |
| Dabbla miss the drop, pull the beat up |
| Tell the DJ I need a wheel up |
| My dick’s like the size of a peanut |
| Bout to turn the heat up |
| Plus I left the bathroom seat up |
| (That's right bitch) |
| Yeah I get gully with the wordplay |
| Fully lubed up going in the dirt way |
| Still I blew the candles out on your birthday |
| Watch an MC start flapping like a mermaid |
| Ay, I take you back to the very start |
| Tryna squeeze these nuggets in the penny jar |
| Got the front row buzzing at the seminar |
| Girls shake your arse like a jelly tart |
| Ra big bars that I serenade |
| Will leave a permanent stain that will never fade |
| Keep churning the man like propeller blades |
| Shotgun flow |
| Fully blown renegade |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl |
| Similar to Biggie Smalls with a |
| I’ve rewritten the rules but it’s still a chore |
| Think you’re bigger than anything that I did before |
| Still we’re keeping it old school, chickaloo |
| Hit the store with more vigour than aeroplanes |
| We be balling, they calling me Mr Clever Brains |
| What you drinking? |
| I’m thinking we should have a shot |
| Je ne sais pas |
| Stop. |
| I’ll have a lemonade |
| Man it’s hard to celebrate when you can’t stop |
| Can’t say no like me I don’t stop |
| Don’t quit, all day, roll through, every week |
| Yeah, yeah, how you doing? |
| Hi there, never sleep |
| Shit on whatever they got going |
| Yeah the truth hurts, it’s better than not knowing |
| Hot flowing the lyrical dope in the pot blowing |
| Guess there’s a lesson to learn when I stop growing |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl (like your girl) |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl |
| I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck |
| Make an MC wish he’d stayed in bed |
| Yeah, I used to get parred by a lot of my peers |
| But now the looks on their faces are vaguely red |
| You see, I’m a sucker for parties and hanging out |
| I’ll be down with the yardies and gabber crowd |
| Doing shots of Bacardi at your nana’s house |
| Probably have |
| Things that you say cos they rhyme |
| Call me Messiah |
| Make me a shrine |
| Lotus position |
| Face full of wine |
| Spinning a million odd plates at a time, yo |
| Never been one for sticking in my lane |
| I’m the truth, the light bitch |
| The flicker in the flame |
| Yeah look at the white bits |
| They jiggling again |
| Don’t tell me to calm down |
| This shit is not a game |
| Make your head nod baby |
| Way I break it down |
| You man’s just jump and all your ladies shake around |
| We got it locked down |
| Baby break that jelly out |
| And if you feeling me and Dabbla better tell us now |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl (like your girl) |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl (bust them tweeters like your girl) |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow (make the system blow) |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl (bust them tweeters like your girl) |
| We’ll make |
| Make the system blow |
| Bust the tweeters like your girl |