Thiago Silva ft. AJ Tracey Lyrics

Thiago Silva ft. AJ Tracey - Dave

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Santan from the V-V x AJ

Mad mystic with the pen like J.K

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 'til 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

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