Yeah Nah by Jacquie Lomas Lyrics

[Intro]
Madman on the beat, yeah

[Verse 1]
Newcastle to Newtown
Am I too white or too brown?
Arse too fat or too round?
Makin' a new sound
Forged deep in the underground
Save face, man, I been around
Lost, but I'm now found
I was found at the impound
Now I'm back on the rebound
Loose, but I'm tight wound
Tight wound like a bloodhound
Jacquie Lomas, I don't fuck around

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck around, no way
What would your mama say?
Your sister, daughter, hey
To hear you speak this way?
Misogynistic, violent plays
Got the airwaves clogged for days
So used to it, our eyes glaze
Fake tits, lips and booties praised
It pays, it pays
[Chorus]
Yeah, nah, fuckin' heard it before
Snort coke and you fuck heaps of whorеs (Go and do it, bah)
Gold chains and you goin' on tours
And your name, it just open up doors (Yeah, you madе it, huh?)
All the fakery, beef and the wars
Bet your cock's all covered in sores (Like R. Kelly's, duh)
But your fans still fall on all fours
So don't worry, boy, the world is yours

[Verse 2]
Smoke weed, bro, smoke shard
No shard but I go hard
Too hard, full retard
I'm a diehard
Bruce, Bruce, like a vanguard
Front line, she an armguard
And I been scarred
She a motherfuckin' wildcard
Mean dog from the junkyard
I'm avant-garde
Avant-garde, Jimmy Recard
Jacquie Lomas got no regard

[Pre-Chorus]
No regard for your lies
I can see it in your eyes
Your persona's a disguise
No, your clock don't tick clockwise
Sausage party got me sick
For real, all I see is dick
Bigger pussies than most chicks
Hip-hop worse than politics
It stinks, it stinks
[Chorus]
Yeah, nah, fuckin' heard it before
Snort coke and you fuck heaps of whores (Go and do it, bah)
Gold chains and you goin' on tours
And your name, it just open up doors (Yeah, you made it, huh?)
All the fakery, beef and the wars
Bet your cock's all covered in sores (Like R. Kelly's, duh)
But your fans still fall on all fours
So don't worry, boy, the world is yours

[Verse 3]
Came in a crop top
To spit bars, not to spit swap
And my bars, mate, that shit hot
Fur with the flip-flops
I swerve, then I criss-cross
I'm certain, I kid not
When will this shit stop?
Pornog' on your laptop
Made you sick in your head spot
Treat girls like set props
Lollipops, bots, robots
Jacquie Lomas ain't no raindrop

[Pre-Chorus]
No raindrop fall for you
No pretty lil' statue
My hairdo look like Badu
No, your fingers won't run through
Let me give you a preview
Of what shallow does lead to
Hateful disrespectful views
Gives your mental health the poos
Ladies' legs, they open wide
And it's swelling up your pride
It gets hard to look inside
All those demons that you hide
Pussy's where we all came from
Disrespecting it is wrong
There's a way to make it strong
While still shaking to this song
Ladies, sing along
[Chorus]
Yeah, nah, fuckin' heard it before
Snort coke and you fuck heaps of whores (Go and do it, bah)
Gold chains and you goin' on tours
And your name, it just open up doors (Yeah, you made it, huh?)
All the fakery, beef and the wars
Bet your cock's all covered in sores (Like R. Kelly's, duh)
But your fans still fall on all fours
So don't worry, boy, the world is yours

[Outro]
Newcastle to Newtown
Am I too white or too brown?
Arse too fat or too round?
Makin' a new sound
Forged deep in the underground
Save face, man, I been around
Lost, but I'm now found
I was found at the impound
Now I'm back on the rebound
Loose, but I'm tight wound
Tight wound like a bloodhound
Jacquie Lomas, I don't fuck around