Wiley - No Qualms (Revox) lyrics

[Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (Listen, shut your mout, there's no) [Verse 1: Chip] Yo, I wear my own clothes Strictly buy, never borrow I'm like Mavado, no one rocks the garms harder T-shirt, fresh creps, stunners and jeans That's what keeps all the gyal dem keen I write my own bars, wear my own garms Bare exclusives, that's how I do this So fly, I could shoulder-barge stars And gyal dem a wish when Chippy flies past Gotta look crisp, I'm a rising star In the music, image is right Boy, you won't get a deal just cause you got bars I'm cool cuh my image is fine If you ain't got one, allow copying mine I write my own bars, drop my own garms One day I'll start my own clothing line [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms [Verse 2: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms Rudeboy, why the lip? Why the squalms? Dem way there, I rock my own tees Man see me and think I've got Ps I say "ayo fam, you know me" Still hustling for my food to eat Dem way there, I make my own bags Man see me for internet rags Giving them out for free? Are you mad Bare garms, I don't need to pop tags Dem way there, I've got my own crep Man see me and watch where they step Tell dem shut your mout, we're the best Boy Better Know, that is what I rep [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (Listen, shut your mout, there's no) [Verse 3: Skepta] Skepta, I wear my own T-shirt Girls see me in the party and flirt I don't tell dem "shut your mout" I tell dem "well done, you found a diamond in dirt" Boy Better Know T-shirt, that's my ting I've got a black one of these with white writing White one of these with black writing at my house But you can have this one if you come back to the hotel Lethal said he's got tees as well Told him "shut your mout, they won't sell You can't school me about T-shirt Ps" Oi Jme, wah gwan for the summer collection? Boy Better Know tees I just saw some G-Star RAW tops, they look kinda greaze Gotta put these other designers on freeze [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms (Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms cause) [Verse 4: Wiley] Cause I wear my own garms Remix, I wear my own garms Remix, I wear my own summer collection In the winter, wear my own scarves And my wardrobe's silly, all the new garms I've got They're so fresh like [?] And some days, I'm a night town parrer On other days, I'm a LON barrer See the dress sense I've got? It would've hit sixes At the Oval like Bilara You can ask Dominique, you can ask Cara Wear my own trainers, got my own lana And I ain't from Smallville But I've got the fashion locked down like crops to a farmer You see me, I wear my own bracelet Chain and watch, I wear my own Prada [Hook: Jme] I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem shut your mout, there's no qualms