Danny Kizz - Blood Talk (feat. Mich'ane & S.A.L.T) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Blood Talk (feat. Mich'ane & S.A.L.T) - Danny Kizz




Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a-
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a-
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a-
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a buck
Keep it a-
Nigga, what's crackalackin'
Niggas really lackin
Why you saying you spittin'
You only slackin'
Lotta meaningless flow niggas done be stacking
Turn the booth to a crime scene when y'all recording
Cause you pollute the air with your dirty talking
Understanding is lacking
I'm not recovering
I'm not seeing
Any kind of message hovering
Stupidity is bordering and slowly cornering
I came up with the game with the aiming of the fame
I've been living in the kettle with the terror of the game
But I never made a penny or a living, I stayed
I came up with the penning, now I'm manning outta cage
Now I'm breathing like I'm feeling like a nigga with the liver
I'm handing niggas beef, I put it in a platter
When these niggas started jumping, they be feeling something better
Now I'm hitting with the force
I've been living with that matter
Woah!
Don't you touch my peace
My patience shorter than when she kneels
Woah!
Ain't saying this a masterpiece
But I'm the master and this my piece
Woah!
I'm glad that I found my gees
Glad I didn't have to pay to get this skill
Woah
Soon, I'll pay my bills
Dot my i's and cross my t's
Dot my i's and cross my t's
Got a dream without the ville
My album- a grand reveal
This semester's so unreal
Fall in love and then fall out
We fall again
It's pain again
We learn to love the pain
Tuck away the shame
Hoping for some gain
I only wax and I do not wane
I'm pumped, you know?
I'm pumped, you know?
These simps are phony
I'm creating a symphony
Pow pow pow
Glock sing for me
Hole in chest
He's dead
Now we sing for him
I want a girl that'll cheerfully simp on me
Sit on the couch just to have her lean on me
Calling me Santa how I show up after evenings
That means I'm coming(cumming) through her like a chimney
That means I'm letting off faster than a flash in reverse
Cannot be fazed by this phase, niggas know I'm diverse
I got some niggas charging me for putting their work in hearses
Widen defences
Raise the wall
Reinforcing the fences
That my motto when I used to be the one on defensive
Taking my stances
Now on offensive
Kinda inventive
Listen closely, Danny Kizz is talking
Can't be yapping or I'm snapping
Want a battle, it'll be snappy
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Stephen, come and talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
S.A.L.T, talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
S.A.L.T, talk to 'em
C'mon, show the opps how we do
When we around with 'em
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Don't use words to talk with 'em
Let your fingers do the talking
Let it go berserk on 'em
Blood talk
I am talking so let God talk
Wait, do you hear something?
Someone's mumbling
Oh, so blud talks?
They're cowards and need drugs
These bastards ain't my dawgs
And last time I checked only human beings can talk, dogs bark
Canines're blunt, they can't bite (they can't bite)
But they're tryna pick a fight (pick a fight)
They must not know I'm out of their league
And that they'd lose the fight (lose the fight)
They are wrong and I am right (I am right)
They are blind and I have sight (I have sight)
And they must be hybrid
Cause they're chicken too and can't take flight (can't take flight)
Yet somehow they're crashing
Ain't it crazy?
They lack passion
And they're lazy
I'm surpassing
Them and maybe
It's just 'cause I'm that good
It's got nothing to do with them working
Rapping 'bout them buying birkins
Having loads of cash
And women twerking
By their cars
I know you want to see me in action
This ain't all of my ability, it's only just a fraction
Thought I'd bare my fangs a little, hope I get the right reaction
Although it might just cause another unwanted interaction
Dissatisfaction
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Stephen had a talk with 'em (dissatisfaction)
He let his fingers do the talking
Went berserk on 'em
Talk to 'em
Talk to 'em
Blood bath
He really talked to 'em
He let his fingers do the talking
Went berserk on 'em



Writer(s): Ayeni Daniel Ifeoluwa



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