Dizzee Rascal - I Don't Need A Reason Lyrics
[Hook:]All I do is flex, I don't need a reasonAll I want is sex, I don't need a reasonFly out on a jet, I don't need a reasonEvery day's a never ending summer season[Verse 1:]160, blink and miss meSuper nifty, riding swiftlyRolling through the sticksLeather extra crispy, effortlesslyPower steering, accurately, ready for action, actuallyMellow, relaxed and *****ing my snapbackNot taking no God damn back chatJust racking up fat stacksNo ring, no chain, no fat chapsCan't get no sleep, no cat napsAnd everybody wanna be on my black sackBut I don't slackYou don't really wanna see me get abstractI'll switch up the place like have thatDon't care about none of that rap crapSteer clear of the rat trapSome say that I lack tactBut I'm on the mapAnd I'm setting the pace, I'm on trackSo get out my face, I'm on slappingI'm on scrapping, so stop yapping, what's crackalacking?Don't follow fashion, just keeping it GWith these hoes, macking, and that's what's happeningWhat?That's what's happening[Hook][Verse 2:]God bless me, nobody can't test meEveryday life can't stress me, stay on the ball like MessiMoney and women are the only things that impress meI stay fly and sexyLife is a game of chess, and all the girls wanna check meHow much do you wanna bet me, that I never ever let a female sweat me?Get meI ain't gotta talk no more, cause soon as I walk in the door everybody stops doing what they're doing, don't know what they're pausing for, don't know what they're gawping forBad boy from the LDN, what the world's been calling for, been balling forAnd your girl gets wet, stays up in the morning forDon't know what you're stalling forGet with the programme, I got the flow and I've got the dough and money to blowAnd, this ain't a slow jam, ready to rock and I'm ready to roll, I'm gripping at the TrojanNever gonna get caught slipping, never gonna get caught trippingNever too soft on the womenIf it ever gets too hot in the kitchen, I'm dipping, I ain't gonna stand there dripping, I'm missing[Hook][Verse 3:]International, flex and goWhen I'm at home, I stay lowYo, lay in the cut, they can't see me broAnd I'm living it up, they can't be me thoughGet on the mic, I get easy doughWhen I'm cutting the cheques, cause I'm C.E.O.Keep on fronting, like you don't knowI stay repping the Manor, and that's E3, BowStay with a brownin', get around the town, you better hold it downI'll leave you breathing slowOverstand, cause I ain't even clowning, I'll leave you drowning from head to toeWet, why you trying to put me in check?I play for keeps, you better know I don't petKnock your head off your shoulders, no sweat, watch your step[Hook]
