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Dave

Genres: Pop

Hangman Lyrics - Dave

It's 

Santan 

ST, look 

 

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I see a lot of man let their jealousy creep in 

Watch who you eat with, the girls that you sleep with 

Watch who you talk with, walk with, speak with 

The first to the motives, the last to the meetings 

Huh, all I know is how to work bruv 

Start off as a worker and thats just how it works bruh 

When I was tryna work niggas never tried to turn up 

But when it's time to turn up everybody turns up 

And I don't know what I was thinking with the tweets about the searches 

But when Harry got murdered man was so emotional 

Tryna find solutions 

I had some good intentions but I guess I couldn't word them 

The life's so funny 

I got a message saying that the streets don't love me 

The streets don't love you 

If you died today they wouldn't donate to your fucking GoFundMe 

A lot of man hate me, but man can't touch me 

That's why I gotta chuckle, I'm a Poet, no Chuckie 

My mummy tryna wake me up for college in the morning 

Is the only time a human on this earth has ever rushed me 

Pshh, boy it's true 

I tell them yutes that skunk weed is gonna poison you 

All you wanna do is go and score a point or two 

It's ironic everybody's got a point to prove 

When we were young we never listened to them older man 

How you beefing man if you don't even know the man? 

Before you poke a man you man wanna expose a man 

All for some Instagram clout on exposing gangs 

So what's gangster then? 'Cause I don't really know if I'm honest 

When we were young we had dreams of being bosses 

Ballers, doctors, lawyers in an office 

So how did that turn into dropping out of college 

Snaps in a prison cell, bodies in a coffin 

London is cursed, this city's got a problem 

My bro ain't got a bird he got an ostrich, a fucking life sentence 

So don't talk about experience 

I say what I want and that's period 

My team serious 

I still got a squad full of lifers 

From Dovegate to ISIS, freedom is priceless 

And I see a lot of man tryna draw me out 

I feel the tension in the air when I walk around 

But would you rather be the person talking or the person doing all the things that people talk about? 

Scratch that, I ain't with the backchat 

My mum calls me David, girls call me Santan 

And fam, I don't give a fuck if you're a badman 

You madman, the only guy I'm dodging is the tax man 

They say that fame is a game and it's true 

'Cause if you say the wrong word then everybody wants to hang man 

Ask Surge about the times that I had man 

I brought the fam together like when Tommy got the black hand 

And if you got a good girl you need to keep her close 

And let her in, because the difference is 

When things hit the fan they're gonna disappear 

All them sidechicks, and all them mistresses 

All your broskis and your affiliates 

And all the man that you were standing in the pictures with 

They ain't visiting 'cause they ain't got a thing to give 

I'm a hypocrite 

But that line between stopping it and living it 

I'm sitting in the thick of it 

You would think I told my boys to come party in South 

'Cause this year I said we need to touch bigger fish 

Too many yutes are dying and I'm sick of it 

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