Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Language, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 10.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body Language |
| If you know what I mean |
| Sometimes, you might see a man |
| And his body language is giving off the wrong type of energy |
| Then it’s a next ting and it’s like this |
| Walking like that, what? |
| Talking like that, what? |
| He must think he’s important like that, nah |
| So, when he comes forward, I force him right back |
| Because I will never stand for bullshit like that |
| Your posture deserves an Oscar |
| But one shot will burn your chest like it’s vodka |
| My gun’s cocked, I can prove he weren’t a monster |
| I bet he runs off, there’s nothing worse than a fluff |
| Tell a talker, talk up when I’m talled up |
| I got booze, so it’s all nuts, no homo |
| Beef, I never cause but there ain’t a place that I won’t go |
| Even though I know it isn’t all love |
| Oh, no, three niggas pulled up like |
| «What the fuck are you doing around here? |
| This zone is a no-go, it’s warm blud» |
| I still stood my ground |
| Thinking to myself, it’s all good for now |
| Then I caught the driver slipping my ends the next week |
| Like, let’s see who’s the pussy now |
| Test me, I best bleed when you pull it out |
| Or live and let breathe, bring the hook around |
| Walking like that, what? |
| Talking like that, what? |
| He must think he’s important like that, nah |
| So, when he comes forward, I force him right back |
| Because I will never stand for bullshit like that |
| Yo, yo |
| For the bullshit, I shoulder a little bling |
| Beg you stop stunting off that little cane |
| Graduated Buck, from a little name |
| And my jacket’s got more features than Little Wayne |
| Buck, your breath’s not my attitude blud, it stinks |
| Destined to the top, what did you bloody think? |
| I’ll open up your thoughts like a bloody string |
| Russian Kangaroo fur, I want that bloody rink |
| Heat up the track, Emilio Sparks flow |
| And real talk, I ain’t hard, though |
| I’ll turn it all, I’m a cunt, I’m an asshole |
| Why? |
| And your chick, I wouldn’t touch it with a |
| Swarve with it, nothing but slick |
| I’m fly, no six pack |
| Make the gun sky, hit the wood, splat |
| Because you’re Ready to Die like the B.I.G track |
| Walking like that, what? |
| Talking like that, what? |
| He must think he’s important like that, nah |
| So, when he comes forward, I force him right back |
| Because I will never stand for bullshit like that |
| I will never stand for it |
| Sit down for it either, handle it |
| Or you could get cut up like sandwiches |
| Banger with the banger |
| Clip full when the hammer brick |
| Your name ain’t Dimz, no way you can manage me |
| Look, I got mates that’s a gang of thieves |
| Bag of gs |
| One of them’s Ghetto, man, it’s deep |
| I got man in East |
| And I’m a South nigga, never run my mouth |
| Triggers pulled if my niggas talk’s ever coming out |
| Car keys, checked |
| Car key sweats |
| They say Giggs got it now, Fix Dot is next |
| When I’m up |
| I ain’t coming down rocky steps |
| Home alone flow, planet out, then I bang it out |
| Rope-a-dope bros, till they’re tired of me |
| Hang around woolly hood shit |
| My hood looks sick |
| Plus my main coat got a lot of shades like a rainbow |
| Swagger, so, don’t play bro, easy |
| Walking like that, what? |
| Talking like that, what? |
| He must think he’s important like that, nah |
| So, when he comes forward, I force him right back |
| Because I will never stand for bullshit like that |