Video Keep Talking Feat Stormzy Y Cadet de Krept And Konan 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Krept And Konan - Keep Talking Feat Stormzy Y Cadet Lyrics

Yeah!
Suck your mum, foolish prick (fool)
Buss your gun, stop talking shit
If I call Aki
You'll see what a don is, Champagne Papi
Wait, astagfirullah bros still got a dog in the car
Erm, bros on deck
Beef online, no not Krept
Ask my accountant for this year profit
The only time I'm doing loads on net
If bro come here with extension
Have man bobbing and weaving
I test out the Aventador
That's a Goat in a Lamb
How can I be Vegan

Sorcerer
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
Get money and take flights
Before rap I was out late nights
Back of the cab with a burner
Like Stefflon Don on a date night
Police lights give me anxiety
Mac D's didn't want to hire me
When me and scab robbed them boxes of magic
I felt like Hermione
When I got nicked with a shh
When I say shh I don't mean quietly
Tell these fuck boys stop trying me
Cause my young mad friend is doing inquiry

Young black king I came and you murked it
15 yeah I had a chain but I jerked it
Man can't talk about whips or p's
I've 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 they pay because I'm worth it
Man I've been the boy
Act like I 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 base start letting out volts
Like who wants the smoke

Letting off smoke
Abu dhabi, getting off boats
Your advance I get it in shows
And a Addison Lee I get it in notes
They talk bad but they are never involved
Bro is unruly, like poppy
And he as something in his right hand
But it ain't nothing like coffee
Gratitude is a must
London road bag of yutes on the bus
Come back home bagging food in my mums
Cling film dun '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 m... 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
Isa who? Its a robbery (bombaclart)
Say your a trapstar that's got to be banter
You're talking cells on cells, that's got to be cancer
Punch in the face mid shakku
Vale got no control, Lukkaku
And he got a shotty in the car
Word more black dots than a password

Old money turned to new money
Had that dirty money
Watch me clean it up
Even niggas we were beefing see the table
Now they trying to pull a seat with us
Nah nigga can't eat with us
See the cakes, and you can eat the dust
Couple people trying to beef with us
Because their baby mother is getting D from us
But we ain't like them niggas no
Old school, new school
No telling nigga flow
Pull up on them let them niggas know
Big mac, head back like your head with a [?]
I squeeze on niggas
I reload on triggers
Three man down, Yeah I three throw niggas
Pull up with some old school Bebo niggas
Them niggas take flights like some Heathrow niggas
Head back niggas, I head rap niggas
Pennant on your head I head tap niggas
Lead cap nigga and I meant that nigga
And its your fault should have head back nigga
Nothing like us, ain't on it like us
Never grew from the mud and metal like us
There is no question if the metal might bus
Nigga keep talking and BOW!

Rest in Peace cuz