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Keep Talking

by Konan

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Yeah Suck your mum, foolish prick (fool) Bust your gun, stop talking shit If I call Aki (brr) You'll see what a don is, Champagne Papi Wait, astaghfirullah Bros still got a dog in the car (baow) Erm, bros on deck (no) Beef online, no not Krept (no) Ask my accountant for this year profit The only time I'm doing loads on net (brr) If bro come here with extension (what) Have man bobbing and weaving (baow) I test out the Aventador That's a goat in a Lamb', how can I be vegan? (Skrrt) Saucerer I can't sit the fence Bro had the ting in events They make subs online I can't understand I've never been on the bench (never) Get money and take flights Before rap I was out late night Back of the cab with a burner Like Stefflon Don on a date night (kaboom) Police lights give me anxiety Mac D's didn't want to hire me (no) When me and scab robbed them boxes of magic I felt like Hermione (hahahaha) Nearly got nicked with a shh When I say, "Shh", I don't mean quietly Tell these fuck boys stop trying me (stop trying me) 'Cause my mad friend is doing inquiries Young black king I came and I murked it 15 yeah I had a chain but I jerked it Man can't talk about whips or P's Got a S-class sitting there covered in bird shit Fuck sake man You can't even pay what I pay for my permit Prime time television face like Dermot L'Oreal flows man, they pay 'cause I'm worth it Man I've been the boy Act like you ain't seen the boy I'm from the dirty south, can't clean the boy Man have to call me Arena Boy And that's 20 thou' can't get in my boat They need my face on the 20 pound note Turn up the bass start letting out volts Like who wants the smoke? (Who wants it?) Letting off smoke Abu dhabi, getting off boats (kaboom) Your advance I get it in shows And a Addison Lee and I get it in notes They talk bad but are never involved (never) Bro is unruly, like poppy And he as something in his right hand (ayy) But it ain't nothing like coffee (hahaha) Gratitude is a must London road bag of yutes on the bus Come back home bagging food in my mums Cling film done 'cause I'm using it up Sharron's house had dirty floors On the TV Jersey shore (real life shit) Suck your mum with a curly straw Suck your mu- no wait Suck your dad this time Auntie, Bro, Granddad this time Bro jump on the dual get jacked this time My white boy hollered me said his new strap quality Knock knock who is there, Sallam aki isa Issa who? Its a robbery (bombaclart) Say you're a trapstar, that's got to be banter (ha-ha-ha) You're talking cells on cells, that's got to be cancer Punch in the face mid shakku, vale got no control, Lukkaku (velli) And he got a shotty in the car, word, more black dots than a password Look, old money turned to new money Had that dirty money, watch me clean it up (huh) And even niggas we were beefing see the table Now they trying to pull a seat with us (yeah) Nah nigga can't eat with us (no) See the cakes, and you can eat the dust (yeah) Couple people trying to beef with us 'Cause their baby mother is getting D from us (oh) But we ain't like them niggas, no Old school, new school, no telling nigga flow (go) Pull up on them let them niggas know Big MAC, your head back like your head with a bow I squeeze on niggas, I reload triggers (uh, uh) Three man down, yeah, man I free throw niggas (blaow) Pull up with some old school Bebo niggas (yeah) Them niggas take flights like Heathrow niggas (ah) Head back niggas, I head rap niggas Permanent on your head I head tap niggas (keep going) The lead cap nigga and I meant that nigga (uh) And it's your fault, niggas should have head back nigga (go) They nothing like us, ain't on it like us (no, never) Never grew from the mud and metal like us There's no question if the metal might bust (uh) Nigga keep talking and blaow! Rest in peace, cuz

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