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letra de cheers - dabbla

[verse 1]
every time you see me i’ll be doing what i know
bodying the beat, following the flow
fingers on the detonator suttin’s gonna blow
funny we continuously cut it but it grow
knowing everything i need to know i’ve got the ammo
me and my family get the place rammo
maybe one day we might act like an adult
loving every minute, every second is a nano
fammo, london to milano, the beeny
get in their bikini when i spread the fettuccini
mr. dabbalini with the flaming lamborghini
what do you mean you can’t believe the people pay to come and see me?
see that, here’s another cd churning
light up from underneath and keep the fire burning
rappers think they’re slick until i kick them in the sternum sh-t
the way them engineering it you’d think that i was german
(schnell)
sloppy mc’s catch a beating
dabbla’s just sick it’s not something that he’s eaten (no!)
running round set tryna exorcise the demons
my team, seen more green than a vegan (believe!)
good job music is the key (what!)
used to be a criminal, wasn’t really me
there’s a lot of rappers trying to act like d
i just wanna round them up and chuck ’em in the sea
see a man about a dog and that’s an opportunity
e the a the m and i’ma try and keep it g
everybody’s looking answers, life is like a tree
motherf-cker, let it breathe

[hook]
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never will (uh!)
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never will (no!)
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never will (never!)
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never have

[verse 2]
it’s like oh my, freakin’ days
weeks, months, years and it’s nothing but the blood, sweat, tears
when i’m cutting up the brand new flavour in your ears
spill another cup like cheers
here’s to the bl–dy scene, still trying to profit off a young man’s dream
in a dumbed down version on a blurry little screen
how you mean? don’t you know dabbla’s a machine?
and to those who been with me from the start
know that i’ma fully represent and do my part (innit!)
raising up the bar, now it’s hard to see the mark
this bit reminds me of groove is in the heart
smart, only way to be – trust!
full stop, end of, nothing to discuss
leave you with your face down, rub it in the dust
i remain hardcore, til the centre of the crust
bust, gradually adjust, sadness
me and my team be murdering this rap ting
when i tap into the algorithm of the pattern
i’ma cause a situation big enough to swing a cat in

[hook]
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never have
i don’t give a f-ck, never will, never will
i don’t give a f-ck, never have, never have
i don’t give a f-ck, never will, never will

[verse 3]
it goes oh my, freakin’ days
weeks, months, year and it’s nothing but the blood, sweat, tears
when i’m cutting up the brand new flavour in your ears
raise another cup like cheers
here’s to the bl–dy scene, still trying to profit off a young man’s dream
in a dumbed down version on a blurry little screen
how you mean? don’t you know dabbla’s a machine?
uh yeah, uh yeah
uh yeah, uh yeah
uh yeah, uh yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
bluh! bluh! bluh!
bluh! bluh! bluh!
bluh! bluh! bluh!
wile out, out, out, out, out, out, out…

- dabbla

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