Thiago Silva

Dave

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    Santan from the V-V x AJ
    Mad mystic with the pen like JK
    True say, I ain't really a drinker
    But I got love for brandy like Ray J
    Champagne popper, 44 chopper

    In the black Nike bomber, heartbeat stopper
    Half-heart MC dropper
    45 wapper, leave you in the states like Kaká
    AJ from the l-l x Santan
    Man's got style on the riddim like Gangnam
    Two young bruddas tryna eat off of music

    But we used to eat off of pebs and the sand bags
    Now we get money, music money
    Money that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
    White tee, Balenciagas, man bag
    Left-winger with a long stick like a granddad
    AJ Tizzy from T-H-E lizzy
    And I'm all out for the Lizzy
    I don't wanna look like you, you're broke

    And I've been telling broke bruddas move like Grizzy
    Still brandy but the hand ting fizzy
    Probs be in bin if a man weren't busy
    I'm a mic king, I'm a king on the mic
    And I'll spin bruddas till the whole scene gets dizzy
    Walk in the rave, smile on my face
    Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans
    Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right

    Straight to a bang in the teeth
    Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh
    Now man's tryna talk to my G's
    Nah, none of that, none, 45 drum
    Run you right out of your street
    Walk in the dance, chicks wanna glance
    Hand on my hip, shank for the dip
    If I shout oi, them man there best skip
    Better tie up your laces tight and don't trip
    Trip, get splashed

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    Couldn't care less about my man's gang
    We're not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
    You'll get tanned and binned, cock, then blam
    Santan Dave from the Vale and Tracey
    Duck man down on the road, I'm pacey
    Two lighties on the phone, so facety
    One named Jordan and one named Stacey
    S with the S from the S, ask Showkey
    Dust man down with a mask like Tobi
    Tell a boy cotch, my man's telling me lots
    But we are not G's 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 new
    Don't come around for a two of the blue
    I don't give a fuck if you're old or new
    I'll just yawn like blackball who?
    Put a couple dead MC's in the grave
    Trust me, darg, you can go there too
    Trust me, darg, you can go there free
    I don't ever watch F-A-C-E
    AJT from MTP

    NikeLab tracksuit, Nike ID
    Man got overly fucked in the beef
    Pretty sure I landed a bang to his teeth
    Man will get banged in the face by me
    Not my bredrin, banged in the face by me
    And me
    Man talk tough, we'll see
    Hit him with the left-right, left-right, left-right-right
    One jab, then I duck, then weave
    Come like Trevor from GTA

    If I bang man's face, man bop, then lean
    Kun Aguero, man dropped the shoulder feint once
    Quick kick then I drop man's G
    First time I link her, Nando's, sweet
    £9. 95, I swipe, then eat
    I one-two rap, she don't give hat
    Thiago Silva, man block, then skeet

    Had 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 long
    It's a critical hit, no chance to repeat
    And if you see Arge in the cut with the dip
    You're pissed so quick your team should retreat

    But if you see Juss in the cut with his right hand tucked
    You're fucked, your team should leave, G
    If you see Rapz in the back with his hand in the bag
    It's mad, we came to see Ps
    Walk in the rave, smile on my face
    Drink in my cup, hand in my jeans
    Man talk tough, man look up, down, left, right
    Straight to a bang in the teeth
    Man still talk tough, man saw man in the flesh
    Now man's tryna talk to my G's

    Nah, none of that, none, 45 drum
    Run you right out of your street
    Walk in the dance, chicks wanna glance
    Hand on my hip, shank for the dip
    If I shout oi, them man there best skip
    Better tie up your laces tight and don't trip
    Trip, get splashed
    Couldn't care less about my man's gang
    We're not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
    You'll get tanned and binned, cock, then blam

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