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letra de it's all love - footsie

still it’s all love
murder the kicks and snares and sub
keep it real when nuff man are duds
nuff man are leeches
nuff man are bugs
pull out the lettuce it’s nothing but slugs
if i bill up a zoot it’s nothing but nugs
i’m locked into spy on the radio and trust me it’s nothing but dubs
man can’t never ask me who’s the best mc
i’ll tell you nottin but dubs
i’m in the starting lineup
you’re not even subs
i used to pay subs, go on the radio, spray two dubs
one bagga missed calls
now i got a fanbase
next thing you know man’s spraying in clubs
sprayed up wine bars
sprayed up pubs
ting in the pad was there widda gloves
nuff man are walkin about with snubs
yeah this music lifе is risky but it’s the music life i love
back in thе day one mc dissed me
wrote one bar and he got rubbed
then it’s all love
straight up mad ting when a man enter
crowd be moving left, right, centre
f-ck up the place that’s my agenda
soon as the dj playin the mix
soon as the dj finish the blender
spit your bar with splendour
never been soft
nah never been tender
pull up a style
i can even lend ya
put in a box and send ya
bun a pretender
top striker, spun a defender
og like jender
nah you don’t wanna see my temper
nah you don’t wanna see me fully bezerkin
this ain’t a 9 to 5
still man’s been putting bare work in
24/7 on non stop lurkin
slew dem non stop workin
yeah it’s footsie again
i’m spittin the peng
that’s non stop merkin
your likkle weak bars ain’t hurtin
you ever had a ting in the hotel 24 hours on non stop twerkin?
see that race, already won that
f-ck up the place, already done that
man set pace and dem man follow
nuff man steal and call it borrow
you know my ting
i keep it thorough
i don’t send threats that are weak and hollow
nuff of dem agga end up in the pain and sorrow
do you get that?
you’ll get a whole lotta bar for your head back
you wanna go too fast and head back
man can’t skip too far and head back
me nah really talk too much blud, dead that
man try pre all my moves and bread that
talk sh-t then say i never said that
if we ever meet again you should dread that
cah mana mana rasta not no dready
i am the one fam just like headie
give you a nightmare just like freddie
or pattern a fight like my name was eddie
on your marks, get set, get ready
bunnin a zoot whilst holdin a medie
nuffa you mcs still not ready
i’ll send a man corn if you’re acting heavy

- footsie

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