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"No Comment" lyrics by GHETTS
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"No Comment"
[feat. Giggs]

The industry didn't want this two free niggas who belongs with the convicts
Running around getting music money
So what you know about 4 bags for a sixteen
I'm waiting that's what I thought your clueless dunny
He said she said I find all the rumours funny
I just do me and let em talk
Cause I'm a deep thinker
But what I'm thinking about right now
None of you niggas have never thought
I tell em all my minds already warped
Put a prick in a wheelchair so he never walks
I don't wanna hunt for a line
Say what comes to my mind
So it's never forced
I run the Grime Scene
And I just told Whoo Kid
None of them brothers could ever undermine me
I'll take off a head-top I'm ruthless
I be the nigga that makes summer lively
1 R6 2 shooters
Anyway can't take this brudda lightly
I can make 1 car flip if I use this
Use your brain who's to blame
Or are you just absolutely stupid
I stopped smoking weed
Now that be the reason that man has got mood swings
I had a dirty sutten I got a new ting
Them man are like thirty something and out looting
You see me
I push the red button on a loose ting
I'm on a mad one I'll easily dump the skeng like it's a cap gun
Peng food!
Tested out on a cats tongue
R6! Black one
Bitch on the back with a fat bum
Man has been sipping on the yak come and have some
Giggs, Ghetts Danny C
Rizla, cigarette and a bag a weed
I ain't smoked in a month now I feel like rolling me one
Fire and smoke exposed in my lingo's
Fire in the hole I'm overly crunk
Lighting the cro!
Can't say no to the Skunk

Fuck the speculation I'm confirming this shit
Fuck a do not disturb sign I'm a burst in this bitch
Natural preservative shit
Your looking at a young black connoisseur in this bitch
You know me got that personal spliff
White girl that's my bermondsey chick

These rappers all shit they verbally stink
Middle finger up holding my johnson
These wack niggas they know that I'll stomp em
They know me as Thompson
They Known in the UK but also in Compton
She's holding my ball bags I know that she wants them
She heard I'm a monster and knows that it's constant
Seamen all over the tonsils
I know that it feels right
But I know that it's wrong fool
But fuck that turn it around (and around in her)
Twisted I'm a twirl it around and around in em
The ice cream float swirling it round and around in em
These niggas just squirming around and around in em
Better recognise that we got the crown nigga
Got the high grade better bring it round nigga
Go against me better put it down nigga
I ain't Tupac
But I get around nigga
Put a round in a clown nigga
Now nigga
Bobby brown nigga
My wave
Ya gonna drown nigga

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