paroles de chanson No Talk - CreezOn

All I sees chest and lack of heart
Step to me best be acting smart
And I mean that
Don't run your mouth I don't wanna hear feed back
Or I'll feed back your feedback
Watch your step that's a caution note
This corn might come in portions loads
10 Toes you won't be walking slow
These niggas ain't got no heart and it sort of shows
They mould together these money lies when they rap I should call it barclays
Everybody wanna chat like they graft but they ain't never worked one hard day
I'll be out my yard by half 8
These niggas ain't eating right them man dere half ate
Them man just talk and stir like making a latte
Frequently
If man try say that he's patterned I'm coming for your sequence g-
And I do that secretly
No trace of me to see
One man army When I step
Come tru with the force of 3 plus 3 men and I dont ever pretend
I offend so hold your guard when I spar up thats defence
Don't gwarn like you're gd up please blud don't do acting wid me cuz
The red carpet you will not be glamorous
You'll see iPhone cameras
And blacked out characters
And you'll be burning afterwards
Like turning spatulas
From like 13 black bruddas
From there you ain't got no luck
You'll realise you're no so rough
And you're not so tough
So Lowe all the chattiness
These man ain't savages
And We don't believe the lies they're telling us
There's levels to this and you dem man dere ain't stepping up

And I don't wanna hear no talk when I'm round
My yute why you forcing a frown
My guys don't abide to the law so the sound of sirens is kinda normal in town
You? You're supporting the crowd
I'm a goat not a sheep
It's the awefullest sound when you're over the beat
I'm raw like it smells when you open up meat
And my foes never speak up because I like to show dem it's peak
When I get gully
Hood over my head
Bet money
I talk only with chest
And if that don't work
I just show dem instead
And I don't wanna hear no talk like "I don't care if you go gym"
Cus I'll go for your head like
BAP
Push my buttons I'll use a Controller instead
Square square square one combo done
Three light attacks in a combo and you're dead
D d d d dead up
G g g get up
I walk the walk in the souls of my treads
And we don't wanna hear no talk when we step
And if we don't gain then we're forcing respect
And it's war if you walk on my crep
But truE say I ain't got time to waste
So I walk and forget
Birds breading the kid like I bought a baguette
Dem bruddas dere ain't no sort of a threat
No force in their rep
They talk but they're short of a head no thoughts to project no thoughts to reflect
No war in their step no corn to eject it's dead
Verbalists
All that chat get take away if I'm ordering next