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blittz - chat too much lyrics

[pre-hook: blittz]
you finna chat like you wann’ do somethin’
no frontin’, no, don’t try spuddin’
dem boi there they ain’t on nothin’
but the man just runnin’, runnin’, runnin
runnin’, runnin’ and runnin’
runnin’ and runnin’ and runnin’

[hook: blittz]
man ah just chat, gyal ah just chat
everybody chat too much
man ah just chat, gyal ah just chat
everybody chat too much
gotta move on the low and do sh-t alone
everybody chat too much
yea, everybody chat too much
chat, dem ah chat, dem ah chat too much
[verse 1: blittz]
you no ah see mi unruly
likkle p-ssy dem wanna come do mi
likkle picky dem wanna come do mi
true, all di gyal wanna come do mi
wah, you know, you see mi mash dat work
step on ends, weh di mash that work
man wanna kill me, i mash that work
true, all di gyal wanna mash that work
wah, winter, skully and a coat
two black gloves and a cutter for the fools
gully with a buzzer, now it’s gully on my own
you’d never be gully, you were the scurry to your home
trust i’m the brother they’re discussin’ on the low
wah gwaan dem, is there somethin’ i should know?
man can’t talk, man can’t talk
cuh that must be the bullsh-t stuck in your throat
tell man ah flow like i flow, but then again
for every flow you got, i got about 10 of them
man stop tell lie pon di mic when mi betta dem
why you trynna rap about kanye lyricism?
mi, man ah old school like piczo
man ah old school like msn
put the long nose pump in the dark
barrel lookin’ slim and shady like eminem

[pre-hook: blittz]
you finna chat like you wann’ do somethin’
no frontin’, no, don’t try spuddin’
dem boi there they ain’t on nothin’
but their mouth just runnin’, runnin’, runnin
runnin’, runnin’ and runnin’
where’s the money? i’m comin’, i’m comin’
success that i’m lovin’, i’m lovin’
stop the nice, man, they chat too much

[verse 2: abra cadabra]
dem man just chat too much
man ah just creep up light work
crack man’s head like a cashew nut
mi ah in to no long talkin’
dip, dip, boi, you got things and stuff?
talkin’ ’bout things and stuff
what you know about things and stuff?
17 got things and stuff
man pull up, hop out and dump two quick
make you pick up, pick up that shoe
you don’t wanna see mi pick up, pick up that broom
run up inna yard lord bando
lift up, lift up man’s room
run up inna yard lord bando
lift up, lift up man’s room
it’s a r-ssclat robbery, darg
man’s interruptin’ man’s cue
to my park lane g’s, i’m a on beast
know that my ounto’s active
onside, darg, no tactics
light man’s head like matches
man creep with the tip of our toes like poppz
and slap make man do blackflips
abra cadabra, dip three man in the road at once that’s antics
how the f-ck these n-gg-s believe in me?
f-ckin’ juvies, p-ss-es chat too much
they ain’t grabbin’ heat
how you got a hit with no sweets?
how you got a strip with no g’s?
burn base on the opp block
big rambizzy pon mi side with the [?]

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