Thiago Silva Lyrics - 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 

AJ from the l-l x Santan 

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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 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, 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 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 new 

Don't come around for a two with a blue 

I don't give a fuck if you're old or new 

I'll just go on like Blackpool 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 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, 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 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 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, cock, then blam