Thiago Silva

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 tellin' 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

Chib 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 and a blue

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

I'll just yawn like "Blackball who?"

Put a couple dead MCs in the grave

Trust me, darg, you can go there too

Trust me, darg, you can go there three

I'll never watch F-A-C-E

AJT from MTP

NikeLab tracksuit, NIKEiD

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 and 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 screamin', "Look, there's my man"

Hand in my pouch like, "Where? It's not me"

Hand-hand in my pouch like, "Where? It's not us"

Turned to my G like, "Where? It's not we"

So if you get boomed 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'll piss 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

Chib 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

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