Tweeters - Dabbla, Rag'n'Bone Man

I get lean up

Dabbla miss the drop, pull the beat up

Tell the DJ I need a wheel up

My dick’s like the size of a peanut

Bout to turn the heat up

Plus I left the bathroom seat up

(That's right bitch)

Yeah I get gully with the wordplay

Fully lubed up going in the dirt way

Still I blew the candles out on your birthday

Watch an MC start flapping like a mermaid

Ay, I take you back to the very start

Tryna squeeze these nuggets in the penny jar

Got the front row buzzing at the seminar

Girls shake your arse like a jelly tart

Ra big bars that I serenade

Will leave a permanent stain that will never fade

Keep churning the man like propeller blades

Shotgun flow

Fully blown renegade

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl

Similar to Biggie Smalls with a

I’ve rewritten the rules but it’s still a chore

Think you’re bigger than anything that I did before

Still we’re keeping it old school, chickaloo

Hit the store with more vigour than aeroplanes

We be balling, they calling me Mr Clever Brains

What you drinking?

I’m thinking we should have a shot

Je ne sais pas

Stop.

I’ll have a lemonade

Man it’s hard to celebrate when you can’t stop

Can’t say no like me I don’t stop

Don’t quit, all day, roll through, every week

Yeah, yeah, how you doing?

Hi there, never sleep

Shit on whatever they got going

Yeah the truth hurts, it’s better than not knowing

Hot flowing the lyrical dope in the pot blowing

Guess there’s a lesson to learn when I stop growing

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl (like your girl)

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl

I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck

Make an MC wish he’d stayed in bed

Yeah, I used to get parred by a lot of my peers

But now the looks on their faces are vaguely red

You see, I’m a sucker for parties and hanging out

I’ll be down with the yardies and gabber crowd

Doing shots of Bacardi at your nana’s house

Probably have

Things that you say cos they rhyme

Call me Messiah

Make me a shrine

Lotus position

Face full of wine

Spinning a million odd plates at a time, yo

Never been one for sticking in my lane

I’m the truth, the light bitch

The flicker in the flame

Yeah look at the white bits

They jiggling again

Don’t tell me to calm down

This shit is not a game

Make your head nod baby

Way I break it down

You man’s just jump and all your ladies shake around

We got it locked down

Baby break that jelly out

And if you feeling me and Dabbla better tell us now

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl (like your girl)

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl

We’ll make

Make the system blow

Bust the tweeters like your girl

We’ll make

Make the system blow

Bust the tweeters like your girl (bust them tweeters like your girl)

We’ll make

Make the system blow (make the system blow)

Bust the tweeters like your girl (bust them tweeters like your girl)

We’ll make

Make the system blow

Bust the tweeters like your girl