Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Deal, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Deal |
| Look, yeah |
| I got them sniffin' at they nose again |
| They know it’s him |
| The dopest hymns |
| The dopest pen |
| All of my quotes avenge |
| All of my fallen friends |
| Haven’t been regular since |
| I got irregular senses |
| Everyone know I’m relentless |
| Think I’ma turn into Ventus |
| Gettin' my- |
| Gettin' my keyblade |
| The women I relay |
| They lovin' to eat cake |
| I put it in replay |
| I’m choppin' the beat into minerals each day |
| I got a petite, aye |
| She wanted the DA |
| I gave her the d, aye |
| Could it be my b-day |
| I open the mail and it gotta be cheesecake |
| I gotta receive pay |
| I never be steppin' up out of my line I’m ahead of my time |
| You takin' time is a waste of my time |
| Takin' my time is a sacred crime |
| Criminal killin' 'em venomous rhythm and |
| Flow that is colder than Ritalin |
| I do not care 'bout the numbers |
| I’m only concerned with my count of the dividends |
| I was just workin' on studyin' frequency I’m 'bout to hit 'em with sibilance |
| We gotta wait 'til the end of the movie to really realize who the venom is |
| Codeine I don’t sip, aye |
| That shit liquid heroin it left me with a limp, aye |
| Stop, took that bitch and left these hoes bent, aye |
| That’s the reason you should never leave her with a pimp, aye |
| Sent your girl back, damn, left her with a simp, aye |
| Gas got her floatin' she not up there on a blimp, aye |
| Up there on a blimp |
| I came up here on a whim |
| Now they talk about Quadeca shouldn’t fuck around with him |
| I’ve been chilling at the top and you can’t touch the fuckin' rim |
| Now they say my music’s godly all my songs is like a hymn |
| Any of your music is like a sin |
| It put me to bed I don’t need Vicodin |
| I get that it’s hell to be living a shell, you be typing them L’s |
| I’m the type to win |
| They talk about politics |
| Lookin' anonymous |
| Ain’t on the polls so they write me in |
| Kill tracks they a crime to spin |
| So I got a court date (cordae), YBN |
| Freak out when I begin |
| Trynna get richer than Iron Man |
| I gotta pull strings like a violin |
| I do not want things to violent |
| I used to pull up to the store but I needed some more cause I never had mine to |
| spend |
| Now I pull up to the store with racks to floor I’m like fuck it i’m buying it |
| I just ran into your girl she like hi again |
| Must think that I’m high again |
| Has to be something thats wrong in my brain |
| Can somebody look at the wiring |
| They say I should get a psychiatrist |
| But I don’t need nothing to quiet this |
| That brain is the only thing keeping me sane |
| I guess it’s the reason that I exist, yeah |
| They me I should chill, for real |
| I tell 'em I’m just trying to get my mills, ayy |
| They think I need to get up on the pills |
| That is not the case, Howie tell em no deal, ayy |
| Ayy, no deal I said no deal |
| While I pull up in a bat-mobile, ayy |
| I just tell em no deal |
| You coppin' all that ice but I know you won’t heal, ayy |
| No deal I said no deal, ayy |
| While I pull up in a bat-mobile |
| Yeah, I just tell em no deal |
| You coppin' all that ice but I know you won’t heal, ayy |