| Name another rapper fucking with my forte
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| Dabbla getting more play, all you man are fruitier than sorbet
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| And more debatable than asexual orgasms
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| My debut album came with everything that yours hasn’t
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| More than happy to spoil it, smoking an oily
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| Banging homosexual women in a unisex toilet
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| What’s the point in this voice if I can’t record it?
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| Claim to be reporting the truth but it sounds distorted
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| No one’s hanging on long enough to absorb it
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| Cause basically the story you’re telling is smelling of bullshit
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| Macaulay Culkin buzzing, better hope he doesn’t
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| Ultimately revolting, let’s keep it cosy cousin
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| Look at the flows he bussing, he’s so exciting
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| There’s never been nothing like him at writing
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| But it’s all over nothing
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| All I need is some cans and a room to stand up in
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| Dash a couple dozen grams up in my fan oven
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| Your hands shoving the wrong man
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| So understand Dabbla don’t belong in a programme that’s a damn something
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| (Hook)
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| It’s that shit that makes me happy
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| Really happy, truly happy
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| It’s that shit that makes me happy
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| Proper happy, super happy
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| AKA rap’s last resort has collapsed and he can’t walk
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| Strapped to a large board on his back with a jarred jaw
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| Flashed to the last door, getting lashed on the dance floor
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| Looking fucked tucking into a bag full of bath salts
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| Peaked early at 3:30 you need surgery
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| Deep dirty and each journey is weach worthy
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| Got em staring like meerkats, tearing up the beer mats
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| Fist in the air, twisting the earwax
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| It’s all rinsable, rappers you ain’t invincible
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| You sound wack you’ve abandoned all of your principles
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| We ain’t cool anymore, you’ve become cringeable
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| You need to have a word with your fam and your gang of imbeciles
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| Stop fucking about with the unswindable or catch one in the mouth at the next
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| interval
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| Unthinkable, fate of the unsinkable
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| Wait til I bump into you, you know I will
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| (Hook)
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| Cause that’s that shit that makes me happy
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| Really happy, truly happy
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| That’s that shit makes me happy
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| Proper happy, super happy
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| That’s that shit makes me happy
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| Really happy, truly happy
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| That’s that shit makes me happy
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| Proper happy, super happy
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| Oh yeah, you better remember the name if you’re gonna enter the game
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| You can label it what you want but could never call it the same
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| My team are on production, the gang are forming a chain
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| Ladies grab your man’s balls for Hip Hop all in the name
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| If I have to drag myself through the mud or crawl in the rain (I will!)
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| Forget these other people that keep on stalling the train (For real!)
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| Maybe their conflicting opinions sort of to blame
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| Maybe drugs ain’t the way I should deal with all of the pain (ill!)
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| Life is crazy as fuck and we’re all in it
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| If just for a small minute, we rush for that cool finish
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| False spirit, you’re torn and it’s all image
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| We’re born with a false limit, the status report digit
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| Balls deep in this plot and it’s all spinny
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| We’re rotting and talk silly on top of a small city
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| Then bop with a short shimmy
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| It’s froth and it’s all swilly
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| And hotter than pork chilli
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| Now walk with me!
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| (Hook)
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| Cause that’s that shit that makes me happy
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| Really happy, truly happy
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| That’s that shit makes me happy
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| Proper happy, super happy
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| That’s that shit makes me happy
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| Really happy, truly happy
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| That’s that shit makes me happy
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| Really happy, truly happy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Super Happy , by - Dabbla. Song from the album Year of the Monkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп