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versatile – dublin city g’s lyrics

[verse 1](casper walsh)

we f-ck the birds that be dying for the hole
sell your brown on our turf and you’ll have to pay a toll
we don’t stroll through the flats packed with gats or a vest
cause there’s rats watching us have us under arrest
we don’t mess we don’t mess (we don’t mess)
point the shotgun at your chest decked out in our sunday best. ringer yes, ringer yes (ringer yes)
rings end’s finest, young fellas young fellas
first i smoke the green then i smoke the crack
me an alo reunited gonna bond the friendship back
went and got whacked and we k!lled the garda rat
we had falling out again when i robbed his squidgy black
now we sell the brown
also known as horse and we’ll never gonna stop k!lling junkies no remorse
intercourse with your daughter’s and your partners and your ma’s yet just ask them they’re all fuming cause i blow me muck too fast (aww aww i’m gonna blow me muck, i’m gonna blow me muck awwwuhhh)
the top is hugo boss
the jeans are calvin klein and me aul one bought the runners for a oner ninety nine
i’ve two buggies left i’m half a buggy deep plus enough for a joint and a johnny blue for sleep
the wrist factor’s sweet
new runners on me feet and if i get these runners dirty then i’m smashin someones t–th

[verse 2](eskimo supreme)

eskimo supreme tearin down your door
f-ck the greatest
f-ck the basic f-ck the latest
f-ck the faded f-go take this joint outta me hand cause i’m feeling kinda weightless
northern lights has me baked boys i’m in an awful state but
life is all g i’ve got me self a fat mot who truly loves me
always sucks me b-lls and makes me cups o’ tea
never wants a l!ck-out cause f-ck eating out her gee, check it
straight from the east coast
better take notes if ya wanna smoke a fat roach
better take tokes of the bag of ambo that i stroked off the c-nts that i’ve croaked sellin’ them some dodgy yokes
i f-ck a black b-tches
when my fat b-tch is at home in the kitchen
all my side b-tches are dark skinned and kissing and l!cking my d-ck they prefer it to chicken
listen, it’s hard to please a black woman especially when they think your white d-ck’s the size of nothin’
compared to black flutes that they are usually suckin’
i whip me pinner d-ck out and i started blushin’
then they said something i thought that they were buzzin’
they love the young fella flute straight from dublin
there hands started rubbing me b-lls i was c-mming straight into their face and they told me they loved it

[verse 3](casper walsh)

told ya once told ya loads only
want the fat hoes guns t-ts dominoes designer clothes
we thought that we made ourselves clear
we’re gonna get what we deserve so don’t f-ckin’ dare try interfere
it’s the dublin city g’s pal, the dublin city g’s the dublin city g’s, it’s the dublin city g’s pal
we’re out to get the cheese we’re out to get the cheese
it’s the dublin city g’s pal, we’re blowin’ caps off these we’re blowing caps of these
it’s the dublin city g’s pal
we’re shipping overseas we’re shipping overseas, check it
(eskimo supreme)
wakes up in the mornin’ henny pourin’
two chubby b-tches in the sack still whacked and i’m yawnin’
sun is comin’ through the blinds from the blue skies
burn a bit of hash before i open up me eyes
take a stroll outside give a belt to one the boys
rollin’ up a joint twist the point anticlockwise
(casper walsh)
go and grab the doggy straight from the gaff
then walk out the flats with a t-shirt on me back sortin’ out a bag of pat
yeah yeah
no slate just cash
no haze just hash
have a straightener in the park there start ya day right
have a barney have a knock have a scr-p have a fight
too many yokes last night
smirnoff and c0ke captain morgan’s and sprite
(there we are now)

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