| All I do is flex, I don’t need a reason
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| All I want is sex, I don’t need a reason
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| Fly out on a jet, I don’t need a reason
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| Every day’s a never ending summer season
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| All eyes on me
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| 160, blink and miss me
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| Super nifty, riding swiftly
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| Rolling through the sticks
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| Leather extra crispy, effortlessly
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| Power steering, accurately, ready for action, actually
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| Mellow, relaxed and cocking my snapback
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| Not taking no God damn back chat
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| Just racking up fat stacks
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| No ring, no chain, no fat chaps
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| I don’t get no sleep, no cat naps
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| And everybody wanna be on my black sack
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| But I don’t slack
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| You don’t really wanna see me get abstract
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| I’ll switch up the place like have that
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| Don’t care about none of that rap crap
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| Steer clear of the rat trap
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| Some say that I lack tact
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| But I’m on the map
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| And I’m setting the pace, I’m on track
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| So get out my face, I’m on slapping
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| I’m on scrapping, so stop yapping, what’s crackalacking?
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| Don’t follow fashion, just keeping it G
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| With these hoes, macking, and that’s what’s happening
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| What?
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| That’s what’s happening
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| All I do is flex, I don’t need a reason
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| All I want is sex, I don’t need a reason
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| Fly out on a jet, I don’t need a reason
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| Every day’s a never ending summer season
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| All eyes on me
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| God bless me, nobody can’t test me
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| Everyday life can’t stress me, stay on the ball like Messi
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| Money and women are the only things that impress me
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| I stay fly and sexy
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| Life is a game of chess, and all the girls wanna check me
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| How much do you wanna bet me, that I never ever let a female sweat me?
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| Get me
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| I ain’t gotta talk no more, cause soon as I walk in the door everybody stops
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| doing what they’re doing, don’t know what they’re pausing for, don’t know what
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| they’re gawping for
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| Bad boy from the LDN, what the world’s been calling for, been balling for
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| And your girl gets wet, stays up in the morning for
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| Don’t know what you’re stalling for
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| Get with the programme, I got the flow and I’ve got the dough and money to blow
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| And, this ain’t a slow jam, ready to rock and I’m ready to roll,
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| I’m gripping at the Trojan
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| Never gonna get caught slipping, never gonna get caught tripping
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| Never too soft on the women
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| If it ever gets too hot in the kitchen, I’m dipping, I ain’t gonna stand there
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| dripping, I’m missing
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| All I do is flex, I don’t need a reason
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| All I want is sex, I don’t need a reason
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| Fly out on a jet, I don’t need a reason
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| Every day’s a never ending summer season
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| All eyes on me
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| International, flex and go
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| When I’m at home, I stay low
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| Yo, lay in the cut, they can’t see me bro
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| And I’m living it up, they can’t be me though
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| Get on the mic, I get easy dough
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| When I’m cutting the cheques, cause I’m C.E.O
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| Keep on fronting, like you don’t know
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| I stay repping the Manor, and that’s E3, Bow
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| Stay with a brownin', get around the town, you better hold it down
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| I’ll leave you breathing slow
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| Overstand, cause I ain’t even clowning, I’ll leave you drowning from head to toe
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| Wet, why you trying to put me in check?
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| I play for keeps, you better know I don’t pet
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| Knock your head off your shoulders, no sweat, watch your step
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| All I do is flex, I don’t need a reason
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| All I want is sex, I don’t need a reason
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| Fly out on a jet, I don’t need a reason
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| Every day’s a never ending summer season
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| All eyes on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Need A Reason , by - Dizzee Rascal. Song from the album The Fifth, in the genre Поп