LDZ - Get Your Tits Aat lyrics

[Verse 1 - Dabbla] Yo Let me start from the edge, are you in it for the wedge? Or are you in it for the love? Rub-a-dub bottle of bud up in the club and you're gonna see more of my ugly mug I got sixteens blood, I got Tek's, got eight balls stashed in my creps Got knifes, got guns, got vests, nar man shut up you're a pest On the pest list, you little s** balls You can never touch my style don't test this Dylectic, switch back for the metric Shake your cough like domestics When I'm in the yo let me bill the next spliff I be giving aromatic duck if your necks stiff Cause I b**h slap any man who wanna try and prep this Strictly big tings ya b**h! Goody goody gum drops, 'low the gun shots Come through in my brand new Dunlops Wanna cotch and bun, I know a one spot Bounce out I be down at the jump off Get this c*nt off he can't MC, boy I ain't no radio friendly Never this, chatting gibberish for the cheese In a scene wearing flashed jeans without a bean, hell no! I roll with a f**ed up flow Look, look, both ways like the Highway Code Be like, 'Yo, come back to my place yo?' 'No..', 'What dya mean you little MySpace hoe?!' Switch, ignorance is bliss but here this It's criss with two s's, give you two guesses Had a few bevvies, rolling through Ess** Hanging out the window in a right old mess singing [Hook - Dabbla] 'Wha'ppnin darlin', beg your pardon' Get your tits aat, get your tits aat Don't f** about now, show me them funbags Get your tits aat, get your tits aat Summink, summink, summink Get your tits aat, get your tits aat You slaaag, you love it, tramp [Verse 2 - Orifice Vulgatron] Ergh, I just wanna see your b**bs Rub up your udders with a bucket of my lube I just wanna touch those b**bs You know bum bussers look buff in the nude And I don't give a f** about your dude I just wanna muscle up on that and get lude, get screwed Cover your face with the goo You don't run away you get a plate full of food Cause trust me I'm hungry, I'm a bungy jungly And I'm all up in your country, you can tell your mum to come s** me Guess what? Mans hung like a donkey Manna in it for the realness Not sure cause I'm hung like a horse is Ere what, now listen up gorgeous Just give us a rate love nobody's flawless But I'm here to play, seize the day Getting with a fat birds a piece of cake So feed the way, I'll be that seedy bre You leads the way, deep into your beaver late So get greedy in a sec b**h Get freaky like a crack fiend, in a deep of a fat hit And if your man thinks he can come and match this I'll text him he's deep, whilst I'm deep in your snatches Attractive? Yes tick the box But yes b**h, yes just tick the box I'll take your creps and then nick your socks And if you don't let me in then I'll just pick the locks Now I'm in the door, breaking your jaw Here goes the see-saw, girldem are screaming, balling, hee-haw But if that's not enough just ask to see more [Hook - Dabbla & Orifice Vulgatron] 'Wha'ppnin darlin', beg your pardon' Get your tits aat, get your tits aat Slaaag Get your tits aat, get your tits aat Fat f**ing b**h Get your tits aat, get your tits aat I'll f**ing 'ave ya, I want you Get your tits aat, get your tits aat And your f**ing mum Get your rat out, get your rat out [Outro - Orifice Vulgatron] Ey up f**ing get ya rat oot Get ya rat oot, ya f**ing smelly b**h Smelly f**ing b**h Get your f**ing tits aat and ya rat And ya f**ing rat Tit, rat, tit, tit, rat, tit, ta-rat, tit Tara, ya bumbaclat p**y