Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Title, artist - Te DnessDate of issue: 18.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Title |
| Need new shoes on my feet |
| And my mummy need to eat |
| And my pops need some weed |
| So how the fuck am I asleep |
| How am I supposed to sleep |
| And how am I supposed to keep my head up in these streets |
| I had to sky the coupe |
| Still got birds like its a coop |
| I gotta go and get it what am I supposed to do |
| I phone up 6ix I aks him «How's it soundin'?» |
| You ain’t a gangster you just hang around 'em |
| My brother’s counting paper he’s still countin' |
| Yeah I’m the boss come link me up 10 Downin' |
| Had a seat, I’m voting for it Labour |
| I got raided it was in my neighbours |
| I’m getting paper, getting paper |
| Blocks my restaurant I serve 'em like a waiter |
| Way up |
| Only girl I ever loved was Nina |
| I’m searching for my shorty have you seen her? |
| I heard she creeping round the block but on the D-low |
| I heard she moved up in life now she a kilo |
| You’re fucking with 6ix then you’re fucking with me |
| You’re fucking with Chris then you’re fucking with T |
| She fuck me then leave, baby girl fucking the team |
| I ain’t buyin' her weed, I told her that nothin' is free |
| I came a long way from the past with a few of my dawgs |
| Plans for a million I’m blowing dope out the view from the Shard |
| They claiming they heavy but they ain’t comparing to us |
| I’m hearing the talk and I’m deadin' to laugh |
| Can tolerate talk but I dare you to start |
| I don’t even like listening to them but I pause tracks bring it back listening |
| again |
| You can tell them boys been listening to Ness |
| A bag of my tings while they sittin' on the net |
| A bag of bad talk while they sittin' on their ends |
| Shorty fuckin' with me now she shittin' on her ex |
| Hulk Hogan I start rippin' off a vest |
| Cross price for a Zed what I’m hittin' on a bench |
| Check one, check two can I make an announcement? |
| Shit’s getting so crazy I need an accountant |
| I’m back on my shit, I just got back from the mountains |
| Had a talk with the gods, I took a sip from the fountain |
| I need control of my life, the devil keep calling on me |
| Been in bando two months, can’t’t put forty on me |
| Man talk shit 'til I get them, niggas only win when I let them |
| Might link my bro D from the Section |
| Summertime flexin' we flexin' |
| Heart dark like my complexion |
| Rar-tar yeah that’s my preference |
| Fast car dip through the West End |
| Since she met Stormz she ain’t worry 'bout her ex men, no way |