No more talk Lyrics by Yeat is latest English song with music also given by BNYX. No more talk song lyrics are written by Yeat, BNYX.
No more talk Song Detail
| Song Name: | No more talk |
| Singer: | Yeat |
| Composer: | BNYX |
| Lyrics by: | Yeat, BNYX |
| Music Label: | Geffen Records |
No more talk Lyrics
I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I
I-I-I-I-I’m working on dying
Bnyx
Ridin’ with my demons, I can’t take nothin’ back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make ’em do ’em something, put ’em in a trance (I-I’m—)
Whole lot of mud inside this mother-f**kin’ buildin’ (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of mother-f**kin’ money in this buildin’ (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, “Yeah, yeah”
Ridin’ in this mother-f**kin’ scat, I said, “Yeah, yeah”
Ridin’ in this mother-f**kin’ urus (oh-oh), I said, “Hell, yeah”
Pullin’ up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yеah, yeah (I-I’m—)
Diamonds on my motherf**kin’ patek, I said, “Yеah, yeah” (yeah)
Where you think I got this f**kin’ money? I said, “Yeah, yeah” (yeah, woah)
Off this f**kin’ muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white margielly-elly on me, I’m a yeti (woah, ah, I-I’m—)
“How the f**k you play me in the worst, ain’t adding up, yeah?” (yeah-ah)
All this f**kin’ cash, I’m winnin’, spin, I still won’t buy it (yeah)
Saint laurent, yeah my bi**hes, bad bi**hes, naughty (yeah)
I’m on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don’t get it confused, I’m runnin’ my blues up
Hoppin’ inside of the bentley, then whippin’ it
Spittin’, that muhf**kin’ clean it up (ah)
Swervin’ then dippin’, I yank that bi**h to the side, then mother-f**ker eat it up (ah)
I give a f**k what they sayin’, the mother-f**kin’ rest, the best, I heard enough
Shut up, shut up, shut up bi**h, yeah, heard enough (yeah)
All these mother-f**kers dead, they mother-f**kin’ snitchin’, mother-f**kin’ slurry now
Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, in that body be spillin’, they turnin’ up
I just be wanna be geeked in a minute, the sky, the private jet it not enough (yeah)
Wait, I can’t let it up, bi**h, it ain’t addin’ up
Some of these moves we learnin’, some of these names, some of them sad enough (yeah)
Half of these motheruckin’ rappers copyin’ my swag, I’m done playin’ daddy’s son
I’m already up in the space, these mother-f**kers done ’cause I already done enough
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ridin’ with my demons, I can’t take nothin’ back
Yeah (yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest friends, ah
Money make ’em do ’em something, put ’em in a trance (I-I’m—)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherf**kin’ buildin’ (yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of mother-f**kin’ money in this buildin’ (shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, “Yeah, yeah”
Ridin’ in this motherf**kin’ scat, I said, “Yeah, yeah”
Ridin’ in this motherf**kin’ urus (oh-oh), I said, “Hell, yeah”
Pullin’ up on people, now they ask me (skrrt), yeah, yeah (I-I’m—)
Diamonds on my mother-f**kin’ patek, I said, “Yeah, yeah” (yeah)
Where you think I got this f**kin’ money? I said, “Yeah, yeah” (yeah, woah)
Off this f**kin’ muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (shh)
All white margielly-elly on me, I’m a yeti (woah, ah, I-I’m—)
“How the f**k you play me in the worst, ain’t adding up, yeah?” (yeah-ah)
All this f**kin’ cash, I’m winnin’, spin, I still won’t buy it (yeah)
Saint laurent, yeah my bi**hes, bad bi**hes, naughty (yeah)
I’m on this yacht full time, you got it one day (oh, yeah)
Don’t get it confused, I’m runnin’ my blues up
Swervin’ then dippin’, I yank that bi**h to the side, then mother-f**ker eat it up (ah)
Swervin’ then dippin’, and your bi**h get sad, then mother-f**ker eatin’ up
I give a f**k what they sayin’, the mother-f**kin’ rest, the best, I heard enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah