Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Qualms , by - Wiley. Release date: 29.04.2008
Song language: English
No Qualms |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| Tell dem shut your mout, there’s no qualms |
| (I tell dem shut their mout, there’s no, because) |
| Yo, I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| Tell dem shut your mout, there’s no qualms |
| When I roll through the end, niggas ring the alarm |
| I don’t like hype and I try and stay calm but |
| Ain’t gonna work 'cause I’m a street star |
| When I get a 9 bar, I’ve gotta move that fast |
| And you can’t say Wiley won’t last |
| More than a blast from the past, I’m sharp because I practice |
| Jack, you don’t really want no arms |
| 'Cause I’m your favourite MC, that’s why I laugh and |
| None of your crew can’t travel my path |
| See me on my own, I’ve got more than half |
| But I can’t take part if I’m too outnumbered |
| It ain’t fair, still, I don’t care |
| I’m eating chicken korma, pilau and naan (Yeah) |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms (Shut ya mouth, yeah, yeah) |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms (Shut ya mouth, yo, yo, yeah) |
| I wear my own garms (Boy Better Know, Roll Deep) |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| Tell dem shut your mout, there’s no qualms |
| Listen, shut your mout', there’s no- |
| Yo |
| Yeah, because we make the hype tracks |
| Spitters in the game wanna roll with me or |
| Go against me or try not to pay me |
| What they owe me or I’m gonna have to hit the road |
| Smash up your black MG or |
| You don’t wanna get robbed for a ki or |
| A half box, 9 litre or half |
| The goons on the door, they par with me or |
| You? |
| Nah, they par with me or |
| Other rudeboys from around E3 or |
| Other rudeboys from E5, E8, E15 and E13 or |
| N13 or W3 or SW9 and SE3 or |
| The way I get down on the track’s too real |
| You’re looking for the top boy? |
| Yeah, that’s me or (Yeah) |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms (Shut ya mouth, yeah, yeah) |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms (Shut ya mouth, yo, yo, yeah) |
| I wear my own garms (Boy Better Know, Roll Deep) |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| Tell dem shut your mout, there’s no qualms |
| Listen, shut your mout', there’s no- |
| Yo |
| And your girl smells choong when she wears Dior |
| Speak if you’ve got a problem with me or |
| Forever hold your peace and go and drink tea or |
| Watch me, I’ll piss on your family tree or |
| Spit on the door, let 'em know that it’s me or |
| I’ll egg your windows, laugh with me or |
| Keep a straight face, stand stiff in the place |
| Can’t take my place, not two or three or |
| I’m number one, you say you can’t see or |
| Might you be lying? |
| Cause he or she saw |
| No other challengers making P or |
| Making up ground in the game like we are |
| I’m a changed character, ain’t the same calibre |
| Don’t need a manager, stick with me or |
| Travel your own path, what am I doing? |
| Don’t ask, I’m perfecting my craft to the T or |
| Something like that |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms (Shut ya mouth, yeah, yeah) |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms (Shut ya mouth, yo, yo, yeah) |
| I wear my own garms (Boy Better Know, Roll Deep) |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| Tell dem shut your mout, there’s no qualms |
| Listen, shut your mout', there’s no- |
| Yo |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| I wear my own garms |
| Man see me on road and want arms |
| Tell dem shut your mout, there’s no qualms |