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DONT TALK Video (MV)




Performed By: Lancey Foux
Length: 2:40
Written by: Lance Omal




Lancey Foux - DONT TALK Lyrics
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(I love my brother and I'm not an Uncle Tom)
Niggas ain't Lancey (uh, you can't be)
Niggas ain't Lancey, uh (nah, you can't be)
Niggas ain't Lancey (uh, you can't be)
Niggas ain't Lancey

(Lancey, Lancey)
Let me be me, fam (shut up, fam)
You don't know me, fam (talk on my name every day)
Where you know me from?
Dick-in-your-mouth-ass niggas
You don't know me, fam
Shut up (bored up in your-)

I'm so sick and tired (hey)
Of hearin' you chat, don't talk (don't talk)
Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don't talk (hey)
Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name
You ain't got racks, don't talk (huh?)
Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie
She ain't even black, don't talk (ha)
Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water
I'm breakin' the tap, don't talk (hey)

Let me tell you what you missed (whew)
Thought you was trollin' but I'm sat here
I'm the one takin' the piss (uh, I'm the one takin' the piss)
Funny how I can do it like that
But niggas can't do it like this (huh?)
I come through dissin' the Franchise
What? What? Who's sayin', "It's lit"? (It's lit)
Niggas can't rap in the booth with me
So they tell everyone I'm a myth (eediat)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a hit
These porn-star niggas been suckin' on dick (uh)
I'm 'bout to cut my dreads
And make sure it's not a confusing ting (dickhead)
I was never playin' this game
So trust me, fam, I can't lose this ting (hey, ha)
I got the key, Eternal Atake
But this ain't the Uzi ting (Lil Uzi)
I come through pain, I fought through these rappers
You know it's a stupid ting
Wake up, start chattin' shit online
I'm on that loser ting (ha)
Stop bobbing your head to the beat you dickhead
You know that you do them tings (dickhead)
You know that you do that stuff you dickhead
You know that you do that stuff (eediat)
I can't even try to roll up these niggas
They just be too, too sus' (huh?)
Talk about 2C-B in your raps
You don't even do them drugs (dickhead)
1979 in London
You don't even know about punk (dickhead)
Niggas ain't hot, they're mildish
I still carry my shank, I'm childish
I am an alien, I'm not an artist
They invite me, I lock off the party
Riding in Mercedes Benz punani
Fold up your gang, bend up your army
Dem man there, you can do that ting
But this right here? Nah, you can't be (nah-nah-nah)

Nah, niggas ain't Lance
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey, uh
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Uh, niggas ain't Lancey
Uh, nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Uh, niggas ain't Lancey (uh)

I'm so sick and tired
Of hearin' you chat, don't talk (don't talk)
Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don't talk (hey)
Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name
You ain't got racks, don't talk (shut up)
Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie
She ain't even black, don't talk (ha)
Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water
I'm breakin' the tap, don't talk (hey)

Uh-uh-uh, yeah-yeah (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Uh-uh-uh, give it up (huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
"Lancey, Lancey," shut up
Joke's on you, all day, fam

Woo

All type of swag, I'm in all type of bags
If you disrespect me it get all type of mad
Try a pussy nigga leaving all type of sad
F*cking on a baddie and she all type of bad
F*cking on a baddie, I got all type of swag
I can roll my shoulder it get all type of, ah
Baare mathematics I know all type of add
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(I love my brother and I'm not an Uncle Tom)
Niggas ain't Lancey (uh, you can't be)
Niggas ain't Lancey, uh (nah, you can't be)
Niggas ain't Lancey (uh, you can't be)
Niggas ain't Lancey

(Lancey, Lancey)
Let me be me, fam (shut up, fam)
You don't know me, fam (talk on my name every day)
Where you know me from?
Dick-in-your-mouth-ass niggas
You don't know me, fam
Shut up (bored up in your-)

I'm so sick and tired (hey)
Of hearin' you chat, don't talk (don't talk)
Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don't talk (hey)
Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name
You ain't got racks, don't talk (huh?)
Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie
She ain't even black, don't talk (ha)
Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water
I'm breakin' the tap, don't talk (hey)

Let me tell you what you missed (whew)
Thought you was trollin' but I'm sat here
I'm the one takin' the piss (uh, I'm the one takin' the piss)
Funny how I can do it like that
But niggas can't do it like this (huh?)
I come through dissin' the Franchise
What? What? Who's sayin', "It's lit"? (It's lit)
Niggas can't rap in the booth with me
So they tell everyone I'm a myth (eediat)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a hit
These porn-star niggas been suckin' on dick (uh)
I'm 'bout to cut my dreads
And make sure it's not a confusing ting (dickhead)
I was never playin' this game
So trust me, fam, I can't lose this ting (hey, ha)
I got the key, Eternal Atake
But this ain't the Uzi ting (Lil Uzi)
I come through pain, I fought through these rappers
You know it's a stupid ting
Wake up, start chattin' shit online
I'm on that loser ting (ha)
Stop bobbing your head to the beat you dickhead
You know that you do them tings (dickhead)
You know that you do that stuff you dickhead
You know that you do that stuff (eediat)
I can't even try to roll up these niggas
They just be too, too sus' (huh?)
Talk about 2C-B in your raps
You don't even do them drugs (dickhead)
1979 in London
You don't even know about punk (dickhead)
Niggas ain't hot, they're mildish
I still carry my shank, I'm childish
I am an alien, I'm not an artist
They invite me, I lock off the party
Riding in Mercedes Benz punani
Fold up your gang, bend up your army
Dem man there, you can do that ting
But this right here? Nah, you can't be (nah-nah-nah)

Nah, niggas ain't Lance
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey, uh
Nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Uh, niggas ain't Lancey
Uh, nah, niggas ain't Lancey (you can't be)
Uh, niggas ain't Lancey (uh)

I'm so sick and tired
Of hearin' you chat, don't talk (don't talk)
Runnin' your mouth, all that cap, don't talk (hey)
Hatin', debatin', and sayin' my name
You ain't got racks, don't talk (shut up)
Stop tryna match, promoting your baddie
She ain't even black, don't talk (ha)
Empty the sink, mouth runnin' like water
I'm breakin' the tap, don't talk (hey)

Uh-uh-uh, yeah-yeah (huh, huh, huh, huh)
Uh-uh-uh, give it up (huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
"Lancey, Lancey," shut up
Joke's on you, all day, fam

Woo

All type of swag, I'm in all type of bags
If you disrespect me it get all type of mad
Try a pussy nigga leaving all type of sad
F*cking on a baddie and she all type of bad
F*cking on a baddie, I got all type of swag
I can roll my shoulder it get all type of, ah
Baare mathematics I know all type of add
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Writer: Lance Omal
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