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letra de gotta love it - nolay

[verse 1]
remember this day
i’m dying to slay
i jump on the stage man i’m bl–dy insane
i just f-ck up the place
i’ve been spraying for days
wake up hanging and do it again
body stay banging like 808 b-ss
don’t give it the large come out my face
wind your neck in
before i teach you a valuable lesson
p-ssy 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 b-tch you’re harmless
i’m a b-st-rd slightly plastered
mighty heartless hard regardless
f-ck the ballers love the strugglers
p-ssy jugglers kitty munchers
got some sweeties for the punters
bunch of stunters f-cking w-nkers
up in mayfair with some bankers
used to blank us now they thank us
bunch of w-nkers 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 p-ss jack and jill
i’ve never been so ill
sh-t never been this real
you’ve never seen such sk!ll

[hook]
gotta love it
b-tch don’t front like you hate my sh-t
that’s a myth be real with it like
gotta love it
boy don’t front like you hate my sh-t that’s a myth be real with it like
gotta love it
gotta love it
gotta love it
gotta love it
gotta love it
gotta love it
gotta love it
gotta love it

[verse 2]
i’m old school like ting a ling a ling
school bell a ring
knife and fork fi fight di dumpling
p-ssy go take a p-ss in the wind
so sick i’ll take a p-ss 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 p-ssed for the h-ll 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 c0ke 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

- nolay

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