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SALTFISH PATTY Video (MV)




Performed By: DYBLE
Language: English
Length: 1:11
Written by: Alex Dyble




DYBLE - SALTFISH PATTY Lyrics
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Go on then, go on then, think I'm a fool
Go on then, go on then, draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then, still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then, wasteman, see shook
Go on then, I got more lyrics in my book
Go on then, go on then, kiss my black foot
Go on then, go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete
Bullets start droppin' down like confetti
Won't bring a strap, if the beef is petty
Nah family, I just draw for the 'chete
Make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
Leave your lip bust and your forеhead sweaty
I make you wish you nеver drawed the machete
What family you think you're ready
Go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the gatty
Burn out your mouth like a saltfish patty
I won't bring a strap, if your just a likkle batty
But the machete will leave your t-shirt tatty
Make your belly look like a bowl of basmati
Leave you with a sweaty forehead like a fatty
Still wanna be a rudeboy like ratty
Go on then, draw for the gatty
Go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the bucky
Make a man transform into a doppy
Won't bring a strap, if the strap ain't mucky
F*ck off, practice hours dvd
Skepta blingin' it off 2005
Private caller in the shops, yeah
228
Channel you mandem, Roll Deep mandem, Meridian mandem, Practice Hours mandem
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Go on then, go on then, think I'm a fool
Go on then, go on then, draw for the mash
Go on then, go on then, still wanna clash
Go on then, go on then, go on then, wasteman, see shook
Go on then, I got more lyrics in my book
Go on then, go on then, kiss my black foot
Go on then, go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete
Bullets start droppin' down like confetti
Won't bring a strap, if the beef is petty
Nah family, I just draw for the 'chete
Make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
Leave your lip bust and your forеhead sweaty
I make you wish you nеver drawed the machete
What family you think you're ready
Go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the gatty
Burn out your mouth like a saltfish patty
I won't bring a strap, if your just a likkle batty
But the machete will leave your t-shirt tatty
Make your belly look like a bowl of basmati
Leave you with a sweaty forehead like a fatty
Still wanna be a rudeboy like ratty
Go on then, draw for the gatty
Go on then, go on then, go on then, draw for the bucky
Make a man transform into a doppy
Won't bring a strap, if the strap ain't mucky
F*ck off, practice hours dvd
Skepta blingin' it off 2005
Private caller in the shops, yeah
228
Channel you mandem, Roll Deep mandem, Meridian mandem, Practice Hours mandem
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Writer: Alex Dyble
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