fade2cold - nodrills lyrics
chorus:
i went to opp block, i’m joking
dead that, i ain’t got time for the drillings
said her man hates me ’cause i tmg but i ain’t got time for your missus
why them man love lie for the image
i ain’t gotta cap to get the beat spinning
whoosh, bang, cillit
hands in the air if you dig it, you dig it
(repeat)
verse 1:
raise your hand to the sky like a teacher’s pet
we soon fly high, no easyjet
not too many man that we respect ‘cah they sold their souls like cex
we ready for war like the bef
brb, gotta see these cheques
f2c got the beanies vexed ‘cah they don’t know nothing ’bout lean and press
liars and capping, them man never done no slappings
you ain’t ever backed it, stop ramping
beg man hop off the road like rabbits
claiming your bredrin’s drills, you parrot
i spit facts and them man can’t hack it
and i ain’t never done up a drill but neither have they so why are they acting
chorus:
i went to opp block, i’m joking
dead that, i ain’t got time for the drillings
said her man hates me ’cause i tmg but i ain’t got time for your missus
why them man love lie for the image
i ain’t gotta cap to get the beat spinning
whoosh, bang, cillit
hands in the air if you dig it, you dig it
(repeat)
verse 2:
raise your hand in the air like black lives matter
big man, i don’t wanna hear no chatter
bro don’t deal with the light and dark, we don’t know about cloak and dagger
why them man love roll with stabbers
all the mandem are well known grafters
i’m a star, they’re star but backwards
why do i get slept on like a mattress
practise makes perfect, yes, but when you’re perfect, you ain’t gotta practise
i got the recipe to success and they got one evil eye like plankton
i heard you got nicked with the cannon
jump on the beat and i do up a madting
send lyrical shots, calasse him
i could never take no ls from a has been
chorus:
i went to opp block, i’m joking
dead that, i ain’t got time for the drillings
said her man hates me ’cause i tmg but i ain’t got time for your missus
why them man love lie for the image
i ain’t gotta cap to get the beat spinning
whoosh, bang, cillit
hands in the air if you dig it, you dig it
(repeat)
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