| «Lancey, Lancey»
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| Let me be me, fam
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| Shut up, fam
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| You don’t know me, fam
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| Talk on my name every day
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| Where you know me from?
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| Dick-in-your-mouth-ass niggas
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| You don’t know me, fam
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| Shut up
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| Bored up in your-
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| I’m so sick (Chyeah) and tired of hearin' you chat, don’t talk (Don't talk)
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| Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don’t talk (Chyeah)
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| Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name, you ain’t got racks, don’t talk (Huh?)
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| Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie, she ain’t even black, don’t talk (Ha)
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| Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water, I’m breakin' the tap, don’t talk (Hey)
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| Let me tell you what you missed (Whew)
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| Thought you was trollin' but I’m sat here, I’m the one takin' the piss (Aha,
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| I’m the one takin' the piss)
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| Funny how I can do it like that, but niggas can’t do it like this (Huh?)
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| I come through dissin' the franchise, what? |
| What? |
| Who’s sayin' «it's lit»?
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| (It's lit)
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| Niggas can’t rap in the booth with me, so they tell everyone I’m a myth (Eediat)
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout a hit, these porn-star niggas been suckin' on dick
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| (Uh)
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| I’m 'bout to cut my dreads and make sure it’s not a confusing ting (Dickhead)
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| I was never playin' this game so trust me, fam, I can’t lose this ting (Hey, ha)
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| I got the key, Eternal Atake, but this ain’t the Uzi ting (No Uzi)
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| I come through playing a fool to these rappers, you know it’s a stupid ting
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| Wake up, start chattin' shit online, I’m on that loser ting (Ha)
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| Stop bobbing your head to the beat, you dickhead, you know that you do them
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| tings (Dickhead)
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| You know that you do that stuff, you dickhead, you know that you do that stuff
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| (Eediat)
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| I can’t even show real love, these niggas, they just be too, too sus' (Huh?)
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| Talk about 2C-B in your raps, you don’t even do them drugs (Dickhead)
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| 1979 in London, you don’t even know about punk (Dickhead)
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| Niggas ain’t hot, they’re mildish, I still carry my shank, I’m childish
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| I am a alien, I’m not a artist, they invite me, I lock off the party
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| Riding Mercedes-Benz punani, fold up your gang, bend up your army
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| Them man there, you can do that ting but this right here? |
| Nah, you can’t be
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| (Nah-nah-nah)
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| Nah, niggas ain’t Lancey, nah, niggas ain’t Lancey (You can’t be)
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| Nah, niggas ain’t Lancey, uh, nah, niggas ain’t Lancey (You can’t be)
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| Uh, niggas ain’t Lancey, uh, nah, niggas ain’t Lancey (You can’t be)
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| Uh, niggas ain’t Lancey (Eediat)
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| I’m so sick and tired of hearin' you chat, don’t talk (Don't talk)
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| Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don’t talk (Chyeah)
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| Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name, you ain’t got racks, don’t talk (Shut up)
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| Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie, she ain’t even black, don’t talk (Ha)
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| Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water, I’m breakin' the tap, don’t talk
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| Uh-uh-uh, yeah-yeah
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| Uh-uh-uh, eat it up (Yeah-yeah)
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| «Lancey, Lancey,» shut up
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| Joke’s on you, all day fam |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song DONT TALK , by - Lancey Foux. Song from the album FIRST DEGREE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп