Lirik Lagu Thiago Silva (Feat. AJ Tracey) - Dave
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Santan from the V-V x AJMad mystic with the pen like J.KTrue say, I ain't really a drinkerBut I got love for brandy like Ray JChampagne popper, .44 chopperIn the black Nike bomber, heartbeat stopperHalf-heart MC dropper45 wapper, leave you in the states like Kaká
AJ from the l-l x SantanMan's got style on the riddim like GangnamTwo young bruddas tryna eat off of musicBut we used to eat off of pebs and the sand bagsNow we get money, music moneyMoney that could put your girlfriend in a handbagWhite tee, Balenciagas, man bagLeft-winger with a long stick like a granddadAJ Tizzy from T-H-E lizzyAnd I'm all out for the LizzyI don't wanna look like you, you're brokeAnd I've been telling broke bruddas "move like Grizzy"Still brandy but the hand ting fizzyProbs be in bin if a man weren't busyI'm a mic king, I'm a king on the micAnd I'll spin bruddas till the whole scene gets dizzy
Walk in the rave, smile on my faceDrink in my cup, hand in my jeansMan talk tough, man look up, down, left, rightStraight to a bang in the teethMan still talk tough, man saw man in the fleshNow man's tryna talk to my GsNah, none of that, none, .45 drumRun you right out of your streetWalk in the dance, chicks wanna glanceHand on my hip, shank for the dipIf I shout "oi", them man there best skipBetter tie up your laces tight and don't tripTrip, get splashedCouldn't care less about my man's gangWe're not fam, we're not friends or bredrinsYou'll get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
Santan Dave from the Vale and TraceyDuck man down on the road, I'm paceyTwo lighties on the phone, so facetyOne named Jordan and one named StaceyS with the S from the S, ask ShowkeyDust man down with a mask like TobiTell a boy cotch, my man's telling me lotsBut we are not Gs so don't watch my face
Ladbroke Grove is where I re- who?Man get burst up in the G- who?Came back with a fresh one, it's newDon't come around for a two of the blueI don't give a fuck if you're old or newI'll just yawn like "blackball who?"Put a couple dead MCs in the graveTrust me, darg, you can go there tooTrust me, darg, you can go there freeI don't ever watch F-A-C-EAJT from MTPNikeLab tracksuit, Nike IDMan got overly fucked in the beefPretty sure I landed a bang to his teethMan will get banged in the face by meNot my bredrin, banged in the face by me
And meMan talk tough, we'll seeHit him with the left-right, left-right, left-right-rightOne jab, then I duck, then weaveCome like Trevor from GTAIf I bang man's face, man bop, then leanKun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder feint onceQuick kick then I drop man's GFirst time I link her, Nando's, sweet£9.95, I swipe, then eatI one-two rap, she don't give hatThiago Silva, man block, then skeetHad man screaming "look, there's my man"Hand in my pouch like "where? It's not me"Hand in my pouch like "where? It's not us"Turned to my G like "where? It's not we"So if you get boom with the .45 longIt's a critical hit, no chance to repeatAnd if you see Arge in the cut with the dipYou're pissed so quick your team should retreatBut if you see Juss in the cut with his right hand tuckedYou're fucked, your team should leave, GIf you see Rapz in the back with his hand in the bagIt's mad, we came to see Ps
Walk in the rave, smile on my faceDrink in my cup, hand in my jeansMan talk tough, man look up, down, left, rightStraight to a bang in the teethMan still talk tough, man saw man in the fleshNow man's tryna talk to my GsNah, none of that, none, .45 drumRun you right out of your streetWalk in the dance, chicks wanna glanceHand on my hip, shank for the dipIf I shout "oi", them man there best skipBetter tie up your laces tight and don't tripTrip, get splashedCouldn't care less about my man's gangWe're not fam, we're not friends or bredrinsYou'll get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
AJ from the l-l x SantanMan's got style on the riddim like GangnamTwo young bruddas tryna eat off of musicBut we used to eat off of pebs and the sand bagsNow we get money, music moneyMoney that could put your girlfriend in a handbagWhite tee, Balenciagas, man bagLeft-winger with a long stick like a granddadAJ Tizzy from T-H-E lizzyAnd I'm all out for the LizzyI don't wanna look like you, you're brokeAnd I've been telling broke bruddas "move like Grizzy"Still brandy but the hand ting fizzyProbs be in bin if a man weren't busyI'm a mic king, I'm a king on the micAnd I'll spin bruddas till the whole scene gets dizzy
Walk in the rave, smile on my faceDrink in my cup, hand in my jeansMan talk tough, man look up, down, left, rightStraight to a bang in the teethMan still talk tough, man saw man in the fleshNow man's tryna talk to my GsNah, none of that, none, .45 drumRun you right out of your streetWalk in the dance, chicks wanna glanceHand on my hip, shank for the dipIf I shout "oi", them man there best skipBetter tie up your laces tight and don't tripTrip, get splashedCouldn't care less about my man's gangWe're not fam, we're not friends or bredrinsYou'll get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
Santan Dave from the Vale and TraceyDuck man down on the road, I'm paceyTwo lighties on the phone, so facetyOne named Jordan and one named StaceyS with the S from the S, ask ShowkeyDust man down with a mask like TobiTell a boy cotch, my man's telling me lotsBut we are not Gs so don't watch my face
Ladbroke Grove is where I re- who?Man get burst up in the G- who?Came back with a fresh one, it's newDon't come around for a two of the blueI don't give a fuck if you're old or newI'll just yawn like "blackball who?"Put a couple dead MCs in the graveTrust me, darg, you can go there tooTrust me, darg, you can go there freeI don't ever watch F-A-C-EAJT from MTPNikeLab tracksuit, Nike IDMan got overly fucked in the beefPretty sure I landed a bang to his teethMan will get banged in the face by meNot my bredrin, banged in the face by me
And meMan talk tough, we'll seeHit him with the left-right, left-right, left-right-rightOne jab, then I duck, then weaveCome like Trevor from GTAIf I bang man's face, man bop, then leanKun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder feint onceQuick kick then I drop man's GFirst time I link her, Nando's, sweet£9.95, I swipe, then eatI one-two rap, she don't give hatThiago Silva, man block, then skeetHad man screaming "look, there's my man"Hand in my pouch like "where? It's not me"Hand in my pouch like "where? It's not us"Turned to my G like "where? It's not we"So if you get boom with the .45 longIt's a critical hit, no chance to repeatAnd if you see Arge in the cut with the dipYou're pissed so quick your team should retreatBut if you see Juss in the cut with his right hand tuckedYou're fucked, your team should leave, GIf you see Rapz in the back with his hand in the bagIt's mad, we came to see Ps
Walk in the rave, smile on my faceDrink in my cup, hand in my jeansMan talk tough, man look up, down, left, rightStraight to a bang in the teethMan still talk tough, man saw man in the fleshNow man's tryna talk to my GsNah, none of that, none, .45 drumRun you right out of your streetWalk in the dance, chicks wanna glanceHand on my hip, shank for the dipIf I shout "oi", them man there best skipBetter tie up your laces tight and don't tripTrip, get splashedCouldn't care less about my man's gangWe're not fam, we're not friends or bredrinsYou'll get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
