Dun Talkin' (Remix) [feat. JME, Frisco, Yxng Bane & Fredo]
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Hello, it's me again
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Got the boxes, not the Benz
Man ah heard them pagans in the ends, yeah
I no run away, aiii
Bag him up like weed, aiii
Yeah, I smoke dem trees, aiii
Free Siri, they gave him three-five
Yeah, I'm done talking
I drive foreigns cuh I'm done walking, and that's all facts
My bro Rats got a spot filled with all straps
Anytime I'm looking in my pot, bro, it's all crack
And right now, these bitches are badder than ever
Your broski got touched, go and bang for your bredda
My young Gs are well known for damping up sweaters
Niggas know Fredo, he's down for whatever
Free up my niggas, I miss 'em the most
That's why every week, we do dip-ins and ghost
Got a show so we're bringing the smoke
Only thing that you niggas are bringing is hoes
I've got a thing for my East bitch
She backs it proper and she won't pet to eat it
I'm still turning one into three bricks
So these songs ain't the only thing on remix
If you're bad and you bloodclart know it
Let me see your gunfingers in the air, dun talkin'
Peng ting who studies in the midlands
Let me whisper likkle something in your ear
Still hang with the trap boys, them fraud guys
So I could get you a quote, nigga, for one night
You wanna point at me? Nigga, oh, you tried
You got another three fingers saying that you lied
Now we on fire, ahh
So now they wanna shake hands and share Ps
Fuck off, don't know where your hand's been
When we pop off, whole ting gets lock arff
Got little JJ in the can for the sha sha
So don't play round
Cuh the kids got the toys in the playground
So don't play round
Cuh the kids got the toys in the playground
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Me dun talk, we dun chat
Darg, the game's ours, we run that
Man's winning, it's a winner stays on ting
I'll blackjack an MC, no comebacks
Boof, and I ain't frightened of no man
Light up an opp and take a flight to my homeland
We've been out 'ere putting on for North London
Likkle man, you better act like you know man
Yeah, so tell them try touch a button
Man will light up a something, man can't tell me nuttin'
If there's a top MC conversation
How could my name not come up in that discussion?
Diss me, that's when I stop talking
I mek the bulldog start barking
I mek everybody stop laughing
Dem haffi cool when they see me passing
Words of advice from my big bro
Skeppy told me that you can never escape the roads
So respect the roots and never forget your home, yo
Out here, nobody's making it on their own, bro
Boy Better Know
It's more than a label or a logo
Dun talkin' after my show
So I jump in the whip and listen to Abz and Kojo
Even I thought I wasn't that guy
Till I put my life on the line
Then I clocked who was gonna ride
On that night, I realised
If I say no, dem man will still ride
I will drive by, then they will drive by
Light up the sky like bonfire night
Guy Fawkes night, yeah, fireworks night
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Hello, it's me again
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Got the boxes, not the Benz
Man ah heard them pagans in the ends, yeah
I no run away, aiii
Bag him up like weed, aiii
Yeah, I smoke dem trees, aiii
Free Siri, they gave him three-five
Yeah, I'm done talking
I drive foreigns cuh I'm done walking, and that's all facts
My bro Rats got a spot filled with all straps
Anytime I'm looking in my pot, bro, it's all crack
And right now, these bitches are badder than ever
Your broski got touched, go and bang for your bredda
My young Gs are well known for damping up sweaters
Niggas know Fredo, he's down for whatever
Free up my niggas, I miss 'em the most
That's why every week, we do dip-ins and ghost
Got a show so we're bringing the smoke
Only thing that you niggas are bringing is hoes
I've got a thing for my East bitch
She backs it proper and she won't pet to eat it
I'm still turning one into three bricks
So these songs ain't the only thing on remix
If you're bad and you bloodclart know it
Let me see your gunfingers in the air, dun talkin'
Peng ting who studies in the midlands
Let me whisper likkle something in your ear
Still hang with the trap boys, them fraud guys
So I could get you a quote, nigga, for one night
You wanna point at me? Nigga, oh, you tried
You got another three fingers saying that you lied
Now we on fire, ahh
So now they wanna shake hands and share Ps
Fuck off, don't know where your hand's been
When we pop off, whole ting gets lock arff
Got little JJ in the can for the sha sha
So don't play round
Cuh the kids got the toys in the playground
So don't play round
Cuh the kids got the toys in the playground
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Me dun talk, we dun chat
Darg, the game's ours, we run that
Man's winning, it's a winner stays on ting
I'll blackjack an MC, no comebacks
Boof, and I ain't frightened of no man
Light up an opp and take a flight to my homeland
We've been out 'ere putting on for North London
Likkle man, you better act like you know man
Yeah, so tell them try touch a button
Man will light up a something, man can't tell me nuttin'
If there's a top MC conversation
How could my name not come up in that discussion?
Diss me, that's when I stop talking
I mek the bulldog start barking
I mek everybody stop laughing
Dem haffi cool when they see me passing
Words of advice from my big bro
Skeppy told me that you can never escape the roads
So respect the roots and never forget your home, yo
Out here, nobody's making it on their own, bro
Boy Better Know
It's more than a label or a logo
Dun talkin' after my show
So I jump in the whip and listen to Abz and Kojo
Even I thought I wasn't that guy
Till I put my life on the line
Then I clocked who was gonna ride
On that night, I realised
If I say no, dem man will still ride
I will drive by, then they will drive by
Light up the sky like bonfire night
Guy Fawkes night, yeah, fireworks night
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Abdul Nelson, Errol Bellot, Gabriel Kusimo
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