Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No competition, I only see me
Lady from Paris and she tell me, "Oui"
Go take a pill and boost your self-esteem
I got what you need, need
Told my connect, "I'll be back in a week" (yeah)
Whip like Gordon Ram', the crack is on fleek
I buy her Louis, Louis to her feet or we can go CC
None of my cats don't touch my ice (yeah)
No words, I don't bite, bite (yeah)
You can get it if you act right
When I see ID, we do the bike ride
Tables turn, bridges burn
My young buck new, he learn
She came already, I still eat and she squirm
Circle the block like Big Worm
She wanna see Louis V, double-G
I fly-y-y overseas
No lie-ie-ie, I'm a freak
Take a pill, now she weird
She said, "Ew!" on the stairs
All of these hoes on me and I don't care
Loyal to my wife, think I'm weird
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
That's six-hundred brake on the truck
And that's two-hundred thou' on the horse (horse)
I like how I'm livin'
I polish the glizzy, she polish the floors (like how I'm livin')
The bricks are ceramic
I'm offa the planet
I won it and lost (won it and lost)
Two-hundred miles per hour on the dash
And the V8 sound like a horn, ayy (you dig?)
The trap make me go evil on niggas
And I got codeine in my liver
I'm putting the press in the kitchen
And I make the money deliver
Biscotti for weeks (Biscotti, Biscotti)
Exotic, exotic
So high I can't speak
And I promise I'm feelin' like Wallace and Gromit
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
D-Block Europe - No Competition Lyrics
D-Block Europe - No Competition Lyrics
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English
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No competition, I only see me
Lady from Paris and she tell me, "Oui"
Go take a pill and boost your self-esteem
I got what you need, need
Told my connect, "I'll be back in a week" (yeah)
Whip like Gordon Ram', the crack is on fleek
I buy her Louis, Louis to her feet or we can go CC
None of my cats don't touch my ice (yeah)
No words, I don't bite, bite (yeah)
You can get it if you act right
When I see ID, we do the bike ride
Tables turn, bridges burn
My young buck new, he learn
She came already, I still eat and she squirm
Circle the block like Big Worm
She wanna see Louis V, double-G
I fly-y-y overseas
No lie-ie-ie, I'm a freak
Take a pill, now she weird
She said, "Ew!" on the stairs
All of these hoes on me and I don't care
Loyal to my wife, think I'm weird
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
That's six-hundred brake on the truck
And that's two-hundred thou' on the horse (horse)
I like how I'm livin'
I polish the glizzy, she polish the floors (like how I'm livin')
The bricks are ceramic
I'm offa the planet
I won it and lost (won it and lost)
Two-hundred miles per hour on the dash
And the V8 sound like a horn, ayy (you dig?)
The trap make me go evil on niggas
And I got codeine in my liver
I'm putting the press in the kitchen
And I make the money deliver
Biscotti for weeks (Biscotti, Biscotti)
Exotic, exotic
So high I can't speak
And I promise I'm feelin' like Wallace and Gromit
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
No competition, I only see me
Lady from Paris and she tell me, "Oui"
Go take a pill and boost your self-esteem
I got what you need, need
Told my connect, "I'll be back in a week" (yeah)
Whip like Gordon Ram', the crack is on fleek
I buy her Louis, Louis to her feet or we can go CC
None of my cats don't touch my ice (yeah)
No words, I don't bite, bite (yeah)
You can get it if you act right
When I see ID, we do the bike ride
Tables turn, bridges burn
My young buck new, he learn
She came already, I still eat and she squirm
Circle the block like Big Worm
She wanna see Louis V, double-G
I fly-y-y overseas
No lie-ie-ie, I'm a freak
Take a pill, now she weird
She said, "Ew!" on the stairs
All of these hoes on me and I don't care
Loyal to my wife, think I'm weird
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
That's six-hundred brake on the truck
And that's two-hundred thou' on the horse (horse)
I like how I'm livin'
I polish the glizzy, she polish the floors (like how I'm livin')
The bricks are ceramic
I'm offa the planet
I won it and lost (won it and lost)
Two-hundred miles per hour on the dash
And the V8 sound like a horn, ayy (you dig?)
The trap make me go evil on niggas
And I got codeine in my liver
I'm putting the press in the kitchen
And I make the money deliver
Biscotti for weeks (Biscotti, Biscotti)
Exotic, exotic
So high I can't speak
And I promise I'm feelin' like Wallace and Gromit
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Said I'm geeked up
I'm a G, word
Hundred racks on my tee
My lady on fleek, huh
Writer: Adam Williams, Kevin Mike Gbaguidi, Ricky Banton, Wajdi Mlamali
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: D-Block Europe
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Adam Williams, Kevin Mike Gbaguidi, Ricky Banton, Wajdi Mlamali