Lyrics Uh Huh - Dabbla

Uh Huh

I got no style, no swag
No ting, I lick the whole bag
By the way I got no shame
Off the chain and it’s so bad
I got no cheques, no deal
No stacks, my flows ill
No gash in my hotel I got one girl but she’s so real
And I’m ever so grateful 'cause you never know what’s gonna happen around the
corner
You better turn that table and go ahead and get licked off an 8 ball
And if you’re back where you started and done a full circle, well that’s
retarded
Cause motherfuckers get discarded and more time disregarded for some of that
ladi dadi
It sounds banana’s and barmy, I’ll meet you at the gala
With my Asian correspondent Tricia Takanawa
Overly nang, better watch out when I open a can
Probably get slapped with the both of my hands
And when the time come I’ma go with a bang
I got no clips, no gats
No bricks, I got no straps
Talking 'bout its not hip-hop, they don’t know shit, they don’t no gash
I got no plan, no theme
No scam, I got no scheme
No game but I know the deal, when it’s over kill for that mainstream
Yeah, go ahead and get scared now
Cause you know that my team ain’t messing about
There ain’t nothing out there I can’t tear down
And I’m fresh to death you get aired out
Bared out, you’re not killing it
Manna claim a lot, they’re not living it
Couldn’t take my spot you won’t fit in it
Stop saying it’s hot, they’re not spinning it
I keep it cosy and mosey, over your people, dozy
The plan it chose me to ram it slowly, your family owes me
Get your clocks out, watch their face when it pops out
Eyes on the bottom when it flops out
And that’s how it drops now, you better know bird
No plane, no word, I got no brain
No frame, I got no mind, I might go blind
But it’s OK!
I got no scene, no time
No dream but that dough’s mine
I’ll take the belt from my people dem
And when I tag team it’s over
Hang 'em up, out to dry
The amount of styles that I’m banging out
You might catch a dose, that was close but it’s only natural to return to host
Most obliged, tense your neck, your back, your front sides and both your eyes
Cause I’ll ultraviolet these solar flies
And anyone that wanna test gets overrides
And that’s the truth, it’s all good and well but wheres the proof?
And how much of this crack can we distribute until the whole world falls into
disrepute
You’re not Mr. Loot, best to scoop cause I don’t wanna be around when you piss
your suit
And you don’t wanna be involved in this dispute
Fresh out the institute