Kid D (UK) - Gotta Love It lyrics

[Verse 1] Remember this day I'm dying to slay I jump on the stage man I'm bloody insane I just f** up the place I've been spraying for days Wake up hanging and do it again Body stay banging like 808 ba** Don't give it the large come out my face Wind your neck in Before I teach you a valuable lesson p**y 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**h you're harmless I'm a ba*tard slightly plastered Mighty heartless hard regardless f** the ballers love the strugglers p**y jugglers kitty munchers Got some sweeties for the punters Bunch of stunters f**ing wa*kers Up in Mayfair with some bankers Used to blank us now they thank us Bunch of wa*kers 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 pa** Jack And Jill I've never been so ill sh** never been this real You've never seen such sk** [Hook] Gotta love it b**h don't front like you hate my sh** That's a myth be real with it like Gotta love it Boy don't front like you hate my sh** 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**y go take a piss in the wind So sick I'll take a piss 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 pissed for the hell 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 Coke 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 [Hook] Gotta love it b**h don't front like you hate my sh** That's a myth be real with it like Gotta love it Boy don't front like you hate my sh** 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