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atilla - rbd gh lyrics

[intro:]
georgie: what are you doing in the sewer?
pennywise: a storm blew me away. blew the whole circus away. can you smell the circus, georgie?

[verse 1: rbd]
ah ah. yeah
rydee if you see stella, chale make you no holler
it’s a day late and a dollar short
we break up like kla*la
things change
baby, cos now ma pen game’s crazy. a nutter
endgame, ma song’s in your cell like a membrane. skinpain nodey matter
i talk you say rbd die. (nah)
only tin e dye be ein colour
cos i been rhyming since
rydee be like say i for bell you nala
you fell for the lying king
no cap. on your left like t’challa, your boy’s back
and i’m back with some lalafalama lyrics and some goons on okada
another spirit. boy, hakuna matata
i’m bouta send all o’ these losers to allah
if ebe rapping i for choose then i gotta hop in like f*cking kangaroos or impalas
i’m never stopping till i cruise in impalas
for now ma tongue is getting loose in the gutter
i nodey fit sideline the itch anymore
i go bruise every sucker
been five years. now it’s time to switch
[pre*hook: rbd]
i make ready plus lines. i’m a pr*ck
and it’s buried inside
i dey hit this game’s cherry
you dey try find the cl*t
centre stage. schweinsteiger sh*t
i would have made it but f*cked up my chance
oh chale ain’t hindsight a b*tch?
but i graduated on top of my class
lowkey, chale i be einstein and sh*t

[hook: rbd]
lyrics on a michael jackson like thriller
i for start dey write ma raps like vanilla
cos i know you’re iq*lacking ma ni***
i preach hurt. you go need fibroblast
cos with a mic in hand, i’m a psychopath
i’m atilla
atilla (5x)

[verse 2: rbd]
rydee if you see stella tell am say ma music be stellar
slow start, but now who spits it better?
flow, bars, are so lucid and clever
so dark, they confuse it with hela
dope art. them for use for coach*lla
mozart with the magic. produced it with teller
so dawg you for panic
this rapper’s been fused with cruella
i weathered the eye of the storm cos my views are umbrellas
so f*ck all you guys who dey snore on ma tunes cos i’m better
and i’m in form with the juice. (muscatella)
and i’m reborn. undying sp*wn
when i record in the booth, it’s one h*ll of a rhyming p*rn
and i have been scorned but this dude’s h*llen keller
i nodey see you. if you’re taking off chale then use a propeller
cos k!llers dey come. you’re still on the run
cos rude is atilla the hun
the nun with some drill and a gun
you ni** are gone
zip, zero, nil, chale none of you ni** are realer or fun
there’s no f*cking sk!ll or a pun to your name
cos you’re lame so i spit on you scum in the game
i never go shun wey no bro go deliver you from me cos
[pre*hook: rbd]
i make ready plus lines. i’m a pr*ck
and it’s buried inside
i dey hit this game’s cherry
you dey try find the cl*t
centre stage. schweinsteiger sh*t
i would have made it but f*cked up my chance
oh chale ain’t hindsight a b*tch?
but i graduated on top of my class
lowkey, chale i be einstein and sh*t

[hook: rbd]
lyrics on a michael jackson like thriller
i for start dey write ma raps like vanilla
cos i know you’re iq lacking ma ni***
i preach hurt. you go need fibroblast. cos with a mic in hand, i’m a psychopath
i’m atilla
atilla (5x)

[outro: rbd & friends]
wave! (7x) move!
wave! (7x) move!
wave! (7x) move!
wave! (7x) move!

stereo 6

- rbd gh lyrics

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