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ldz - get your tits aat lyrics

[verse 1 – dabbla]

yo
let me start from the edge, are you in it for the wedge?
or are you in it for the love?
rub-a-dub bottle of bud up in the club and you’re gonna see more of my ugly mug
i got sixteens blood, i got tek’s, got eight b-lls stashed in my creps
got knifes, got guns, got vests, nar man shut up you’re a pest
on the pest list, you little suck b-lls
you can never touch my style don’t test this
dylectic, switch back for the metric
shake your cough like domestics
when i’m in the yo let me bill the next spliff
i be giving aromatic duck if your necks stiff
cause i b-tch slap any man who wanna try and prep this
strictly big tings ya b-tch!
goody goody gum drops, ‘low the gun shots
come through in my brand new dunlops
wanna cotch and bun, i know a one spot
bounce out i be down at the jump off
get this c-nt off he can’t mc, boy i ain’t no radio friendly
never this, chatting gibberish for the cheese
in a scene wearing flashed jeans without a bean, h-ll no!
i roll with a f-cked up flow
look, look, both ways like the highway code
be like, ‘yo, come back to my place yo?’
‘no..’, ‘what dya mean you little mysp-ce hoe?!’
switch, ignorance is bliss but here this
it’s criss with two s’s, give you two guesses
had a few bevvies, rolling through ess-x
hanging out the window in a right old mess singing

[hook – dabbla]
‘wha’ppnin darlin’, beg your pardon’
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
don’t f-ck about now, show me them funbags
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
summink, summink, summink
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
you slaaag, you love it, tramp

[verse 2 – orifice vulgatron]

ergh, i just wanna see your b–bs
rub up your udders with a bucket of my lube
i just wanna touch those b–bs
you know b-m bussers look buff in the nude
and i don’t give a f-ck about your dude
i just wanna muscle up on that and get lude, get screwed
cover your face with the goo
you don’t run away you get a plate full of food
cause trust me i’m hungry, i’m a bungy jungly
and i’m all up in your country, you can tell your mum to come suck me
guess what? mans hung like a donkey
manna in it for the realness
not sure cause i’m hung like a horse is
ere what, now listen up gorgeous
just give us a rate love n-body’s flawless
but i’m here to play, seize the day
getting with a fat birds a piece of cake
so feed the way, i’ll be that seedy bre
you leads the way, deep into your beaver late
so get greedy in a sec b-tch
get freaky like a crack fiend, in a deep of a fat hit
and if your man thinks he can come and match this
i’ll text him he’s deep, whilst i’m deep in your sn-tches
attractive? yes tick the box
but yes b-tch, yes just tick the box
i’ll take your creps and then nick your socks
and if you don’t let me in then i’ll just pick the locks
now i’m in the door, breaking your jaw
here goes the see-saw, girldem are screaming, balling, hee-haw
but if that’s not enough just ask to see more

[hook – dabbla & orifice vulgatron]
‘wha’ppnin darlin’, beg your pardon’
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
slaaag
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
fat f-cking b-tch
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
i’ll f-cking ‘ave ya, i want you
get your t-ts aat, get your t-ts aat
and your f-cking mum
get your rat out, get your rat out

[outro – orifice vulgatron]
ey up f-cking get ya rat oot
get ya rat oot, ya f-cking smelly b-tch
smelly f-cking b-tch
get your f-cking t-ts aat and ya rat
and ya f-cking rat
t-t, rat, t-t, t-t, rat, t-t, ta-rat, t-t
tara, ya b-mbaclat p-ssy

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