Dave - Thiago Silva lyrics

[Verse 1: Santan Dave] Santan from the v-v x AJ Man 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 states like Kaká [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] 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 [Hook: Santan Dave & AJ Tracey] 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 Gs 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, co*k, then blam [Verse 3: Santan Dave] 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 Gs so don't watch my face [Verse 4: AJ Tracey] 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 f** if you're old or new I'll just go on like black ball who? Put a couple dead MCs in the grave Trust me, darg, you can go there too Trust me, darg, you can go there free I'll never watch F-A-C-E AJT from MTP Nike lab tracksuit, Nike ID Man got overly f**ed 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 [Verse 5: Santan Dave] 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, Nandos 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 f**ed, 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 [Hook: Santan Dave & AJ Tracey] 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 Gs 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, co*k, then blam