Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Love It, artist - Nolay. Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gotta Love It |
| Remember this day |
| I’m dying to slay |
| I jump on the stage man I’m bloody insane |
| I just fuck up the place |
| I’ve been spraying for days |
| Wake up hanging and do it again |
| Body stay banging like 808 bass |
| Don’t give it the large come out my face |
| Wind your neck in |
| Before I teach you a valuable lesson |
| Pussy know who you’re disrespecting |
| Got bodies in a neat collection ah |
| I spaz out |
| Pull the gas out |
| Get your cash out |
| Take the trash out |
| Cause you’re garbage bitch you’re harmless |
| I’m a bastard slightly plastered |
| Mighty heartless hard regardless |
| Fuck the ballers love the strugglers |
| Pussy jugglers kitty munchers |
| Got some sweeties for the punters |
| Bunch of stunters fucking wankers |
| Up in Mayfair with some bankers |
| Used to blank us now they thank us |
| Bunch of wankers oops I said that |
| Did you bed that? |
| Must regret that |
| Nah we ain’t friends please don’t beg that |
| Leave a red patch on your head back |
| That you can’t hide with a bent cap |
| (Raaaaaah) |
| Better run for the hills |
| You might pass Jack And Jill |
| I’ve never been so ill |
| Shit never been this real |
| You’ve never seen such skill |
| Gotta love it |
| Bitch don’t front like you hate my shit |
| That’s a myth be real with it like |
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| Boy don’t front like you hate my shit that’s a myth be real with it like |
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| I’m old school like ting a ling a ling |
| School bell a ring |
| Knife and fork fi fight di dumpling |
| Pussy go take a piss in the wind |
| So sick I’ll take a piss on the Kings |
| On point I’m never missing a thing |
| Claim you’re mans wife |
| But you’re missing a ring (um) |
| Mad ting |
| Sad ting |
| And by the looks of it your man |
| Love a bad ting |
| Lovely jubbly |
| Jog on darling I’m the bees knees |
| Come on treacle drop me out please |
| You’re about as relevant as my last sneeze |
| Getting pissed for the hell of it |
| Drinks are on me |
| Pinky on freeze |
| Smile and say cheese |
| So I can post it on Instagram |
| Then buss shots to your man |
| Cause he’s into grams |
| Then I roll off on my jack jones |
| Pat Malone Tod Sloane |
| You made a right pigs ear of it |
| ERHM ERHM |
| The cheek of it |
| It’s curtains Richard Burtons |
| You’re brown bread in other words dead |
| Smoking that dope |
| Rolling Bob Hope |
| Traces of Coke all over my coat |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Me scared? |
| of who? |
| how? |
| where? |
| Stop telling Scott Gibbs |
| Telling tall tales telling those fibs |
| Love my geezer, fridge freezer, Julius Caesar |
| Lemon Squeezer |
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| Bitch don’t front like you hate my shit |
| That’s a myth be real with it like |
| Gotta love it |
| Boy don’t front like you hate my shit that’s a myth be real with it like |
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