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dinglish - dinglebinglers lyrics

[verse: blulere]
they don’t call me a smart fella’
‘least i ain’t a fart smella’
market, yeah, i be the seller
plug me up, the more, the merrier
plug me up, i plug his nose
cataract, n0body knows
cauterised, i’m not involved
never in no selfish letter
never in no selfish mood
party to my anthem moves
party like the ’90s ‘cos i make it pop or drop, no rules
like anarchy, we break the rules
like beethoven, we change the schools
i rap on für elise ‘cos we can make it (dingleling, we rule)
i’m building a ladder, it’s made out of bread
we murder (like cheese, what we got on our bread)
we climbin’ it up, no gas, h2s
i race to the top, feelin’ like the us
i race to the top, hit us back, yeah, no back
i feel like bill nye, i hit with the fact
i speak to my girl and she don’t understand
[chorus: blulere]
(blulere wanna see ya shake) she thinks that i’m speaking dinglish
yeah, you just wish
serve with that dish
yeah, we’re saying in the club “speak english”
yeah, you just wish
serve with that dish
she thinks that i’m speaking dinglish
yeah, you just wish
serve with that dish
yeah, we’re saying in the club “speak english”
yeah, you just wish
serve with that dish

[refrain: blulere]
my girl, she multilingual
she say “bonjour”, and then “hallo”
i say “¿holá, que tu llama?”
she say that—
she thinks that i’m speaking dinglish
yeah, you just wish
serve with that dish

[chorus: blulere]
(she thinks that i’m speaking dinglish) i don’t understand, what?
(yeah, you just wish) shoot a star, no stand, what?
(serve with that dish) eat your food, no dance, what?
(yeah, we’re saying in the club “speak english”) i don’t understand, what?
(yeah, you just wish) shoot a star, no stand, what?
(serve with that dish) eat your food, no dance, what?
(she thinks that i’m speaking dinglish) i don’t understand, what?
(yeah, you just wish) shoot a star, no stand, what?
(serve with that dish) eat your food, no dance, what?
(yeah, we’re saying in the club “speak english”) i don’t understand, what?
(yeah, you just wish) shoot a star, no stand, what?
(serve with that dish) eat your food, no dance, what?
[outro: blulere]
my girl, she hard to contemplate
she say she hungry, then she ate
i’m thinkin’ backward, like a brake
i think she thinks that i’m irate
i think she needs to go to school
she’s acting trapezoidal, fool
but i still think she’s pretty cool, yeah

- dinglebinglers lyrics

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