dave & aj tracey – thiago silva﹝slowed + reverb﹞ – Lyrics new.

5 thoughts on “dave & aj tracey – thiago silva﹝slowed + reverb﹞ – Lyrics new.”

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   dario fkv says:

   this deserves more views

   5 January, 2021 at 5:20 am
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   Gurdip Sidhu says:

   Aahhhhh

   5 January, 2021 at 5:20 am
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   iNiinze says:

   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
   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

   5 January, 2021 at 5:20 am
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   Lil Fresh man says:

   Thanks could u put lyrics in comments

   5 January, 2021 at 5:20 am
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   ig: _lexiexox says:

   I can finally rap to this without stuttering

   5 January, 2021 at 5:20 am

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