Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Acting, artist - Nolay. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stop Acting |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Let’s cut to the chase I’m sicker than Lupus |
| Stop sending shots on the sly, bitch, raise that mic and fucking shoot us |
| To be Frank like Lucas hitting on me is paid and useless |
| Don’t try and do it like Jesus, look at that bitch that fucking Judas |
| Pull up in a whip, that’s sick, convert that shit, top missing that’s roofless |
| Have a seat bitch please, you’re dribbling moist spitting nothing but mucus |
| Which stupid motherfucker told you you was born to make to music |
| They must’ve been on coke and snorted a whole mountain up their nose |
| Who does what they want when they wanna, that’s me, that’s I, that’s right, I do |
| Red, yellow, pink, orange, purpl, hair and blue |
| I’ve done very colour of the rainbow |
| Hello, yellow, don’t mind if I do |
| My kicks are way too lit you could never walk in my shoes |
| You could never par with my gang |
| Your shit is whack it don’t bang |
| You ain’t nang, you’re scared |
| In slang, you’re prang |
| Underestimate me so I can estimate your head top |
| And exactly how many bars it’s gonna take me to blow your scalp off |
| I can see it all now |
| Follicles flying in the air |
| Strands of hair |
| Travelling quick in the atmosphere |
| Let me make it clear |
| Nobody’s close |
| Not even my reflection in the mirror is anywhere near |
| You don’t want me to ever appear |
| If I do then there’s gonna be tears |
| Gonna be grief |
| Gonna be hell |
| Gonna be shells |
| Get a straight jacket, put me in a cell |
| Ring the alarm, set off the bells |
| My attitude stinks but I love the smell |
| Girl you was big, now you be small |
| Just like Adele |
| I heard I fell off |
| Where did I fall, on top of your head |
| Bitches beneath me like some concrete |
| I need a new body on my cv |
| Targets, I got a long sheet |
| You’re on the throne now you’re in the wrong seat |
| I don’t mind beef |
| I’m used to arms like a long sleeve |
| Wabi-sabi, in a pink car, like a Barbie |
| Doing donuts in a rarri |
| That’s narly |
| I got all the smoke and I pop smoke |
| Like welcome to my party |
| Get stacks of paper and fold it |
| Origami |
| Got the plug he’s Somali |
| Charlie, Charlie, I’ve got Chaplin |
| Bout to eat the game with no napkin |
| Bout to leave a bitches cage rattling |
| I’m the captain |
| This is my shit, stop acting |
| (Stop acting) |
| (Stop acting) |
| (Stop acting) |