No morë talk lyrics

• Copyright: Yeat, BNYX®

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  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 motherfuckin' buildin' (Yeah, yeah)
  Whole lot of motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
  Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
  Pullin' up in a 300 S (Skrrt), let's make it, yeah, yeah (I-I—)
  Diamonds on my mothеrfuckin' Patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yеah)
  Where you think I got this fuckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah, woah)
  Off this fuckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (Shh)
  All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah)
  All the fuckin' money in the world still not enough, yeah (Yeah-ah)
  All this fuckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (Yeah)
  Santa Clara, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches 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 motherfuckin' clean it up (Ah)
  Swervin' then dippin', I yank that bitch to the side, then motherfucker eat it up (Ah)
  I give a fuck what they sayin', the motherfuckin' rest, the best, I heard enough
  Shut up (Shut up)
  Shut up, shut up bitch, yeah, heard enough (Yeah)
  All of these motherfuckers fed, they motherfuckin' snitchin', motherfuckin' slurrin' up
  Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, and they body be spillin', be turnin' up
  I just be wanna be geeked in a middle of the sky, the private jet, it not enough (Yeah)
  Wait, I can't let it up, bitch, not addin' up (No)
  Somebody motherfuckin' lyin'? Then somebody dyin', it's already sad enough (Yeah)
  Half of these motheruckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' dad and son
  I'm already up in the space, these motherfuckers done 'cause I already done enough (I-I'm—)

  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 motherfuckin' buildin' (Yeah, yeah)
  Whole lot of motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Yeah, yeah"
  Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell, yeah"
  Pullin' up in a 300 S (Skrrt), let's make it, yeah, yeah (I-I—)
  Diamonds on my motherfuckin' Patek, I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah)
  Where you think I got this fuckin' money? I said, "Yeah, yeah" (Yeah, woah)
  Off this fuckin' muddy, boy, I knew you could smell it (Shh)
  All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Woah, ah)
  All the fuckin' money in the world still not enough, yeah (Yeah-ah)
  All this fuckin' cash, I'm winnin', spin, I still won't buy it (Yeah)
  Santa Clara, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches naughty (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

  Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
  Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it, spittin' that motherfuckin' clean it up (Ah)
  Swervin' then dippin', I yank that bitch to the side, then motherfucker eat it up (Ah)
  I give a fuck what they sayin', the motherfuckin' rest, the best, I heard enough (Shut up)
  Yeah
  Yeah
  I-I—

• Who is the author of the song No morë talk?
  The song No morë talk was written by Yeat, BNYX®.

• Who sings the song No morë talk?
  The song No morë talk is performed by Yeat.