The mandem too inconsiderate, five-star hotel, smokin' cigarette
Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan
She got thick, but she wanna get thin again
Drinkin' apple cider vinegar
Sanderlei Silveira ® - 2023-08-04T17:27-03:00 - US X2
The mandem too inconsiderate, five-star hotel, smokin' cigarette
Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan
She got thick, but she wanna get thin again
Drinkin' apple cider vinegar
Wearin' Skim 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em
Uh, alright, I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocent
We ain't got generational wealth
It's only a year that I've had these millions
My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furious
I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus, they had their chance but blew it
Now this gyal wan' me in her uterus, fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (Fuck it)
[Chorus: Dave & Central Cee]
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it's a life of squintin', can't just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there (Hahaha)
Brown and bad, couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)
One hundred eaters, they won't fit in one SUV, nah
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got
They can last me the next two weeks, uh
Huh, alright, like send the address through, please
[Verse 2: Dave & Central Cee]
SUV, the outside white
The inside brown like Michael Jack'
More time, man build a line and trap
Spend like I don't even like my stack
Pistol came on a Irish ferry, let go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap)
The way that I ball, no yellow
The ref haffa give me a black card
Who did what we doin' with rap?
Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the cap
Sprinter, two gyal in a van
Inter, two man in Milan, heard one of my tings datin' P. Diddy
Need twenty percent of whatever she bags
Outside, my head in my hands
[Verse 3: Central Cee]
I told her my name is Cench, she said, "No, the one on your birth certificate," uh
Your boyfriend ran from the diamond test 'cause they weren't legitimate, nah
She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curves Brazilian, uh
I want her, and bro wants her affiliate
I'm cheap, still hit a chick like, "Yo, can I borrow your Netflix?"
She a feminist, she think I'm sexist
Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic
Give me my space, I'm intergalactic
Before I give you my Insta' password, I'll give you the pin to my AmEx, huh, alright
This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum
Dinner table, I got manners, huh
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
Still loading, that's the caption, I've only amounted a minimal fraction
Eat good, I got indigestion
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen, can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin
Dave just came in an Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach music (M-Maybach Music)
They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid
I never went uni, I been on the campus sellin' cocaine to students
If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin' gon' leak
We ain't playin' exclusives
[Chorus: Dave & Central Cee]
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it's a life of squintin', can't just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there (Hahaha)
Brown and bad, couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)
One hundred eaters, they won't fit in one SUV, nah
S-O-S, somebody rescue me
I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got
They can last me the next two weeks, uh
Huh, alright, like send the address through, please
[Verse 4: Dave & Central Cee]
Fire for a wife beater, can't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a vest
Man have to send her therapy, she got the E-cup bra, a lot on her chest
I'm in Jamaica, Oracabess'
Hit a lick, went cash converters
That don't work, it's pawn, no chess
I'm doin' more and talkin' less
I love chillin' with broke bitches, man book one flight, and they're all impressed (Alright)
I'm in the G63, the car hug me like a friend through twist and turns
Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash
It's fucked, don't know which one's worse, I'm fucked
Bags in his and hers, what's hers is hers, what's mine is too
Heard that girl is a gold digger, it can't be true if she dated you
AP baby blue, paper's pink, I'd probably hate me too
You ever spent six figures and stared at bae like, "Look what you made me do"
Yeah, alright, started with a Q, didn't wait in line
Weird, I'm askin' my Blasian one, "Why you so focused on your Asian side?"
I know that the jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Dave's inside
O Mandem demasiado inconsciente, hotel de cinco estrelas, fumar cigarro
Mixin 'codeine up co fenergan
Ela quedou grosa, pero quere volver a ser delgada
Beber vinagre de sidra de mazá
Wearin 'Skim' porque quere ser Kim e
Uh, ben, sei que estás mal, deixa de actuar inocente
Non temos riqueza xeracional
É só un ano que tiven estes millóns
O meu látego podería estar na deriva de Tokio porque é rápido e furioso
Fun do Toyota Yaris a Urus, tiveron a súa oportunidade pero explotárono
Agora este gyal wan 'me no seu útero, joder, son rico, imos facelo (fodelo)
[Coro: Dave & Central Cee]
Bótalle un ollo a estes diamantes mal, é unha vida de squintin ', non pode só mirar
Con bae a través de groso e delgado
Ela xa grosa, así que estou a medio camiño (jaja)
Marrón e malo, non podía cambiar de opinión, estaba a medio camiño alí
Cen metros, eh
Acabo de poñer nove gyal nun sprinter (uh)
Cen comedores, non caben nun todoterreo, nah
S-o-s, alguén me rescata
Teño demasiados gyal, demasiados moitos gyal, conseguín
Poden durarme as próximas dúas semanas, uh
Huh, ben, como enviar o enderezo, por favor
[Verso 2: Dave & Central CEE]
SUV, o branco exterior
O interior marrón como Michael Jack '
Máis tempo, o home constrúe unha liña e trampa
Gastar como se me gusta nin me gusta a miña pila
Pistol chegou nun transbordador irlandés, solta e soa como un baile de tap (bap)
O xeito no que bola, sen amarelo
O ref Haffa dame unha tarxeta negra
Quen fixo o que fixemos co rap?
O home non puido vender o seu programa despois de todos eles anos de facer a gorra
Sprinter, dous gyal nunha furgoneta
Inter, dous homes en Milán, escoitou un dos meus tings datin 'P. Diddy
Necesitas un vinte por cento de todo o que saia
Fóra, a miña cabeza nas miñas mans
[Verso 3: Central CEE]
Díxenlle que o meu nome é CENCH, dixo: "Non, o do teu certificado de nacemento" Uh
O teu mozo saíu da proba de diamantes porque non eran lexítimos, nah
Ela turca-cipriota, pero as súas curvas brasileirais, uh
Quero ela, e Bro quere a súa filial
Son barato, aínda golpeou a un pito como: "Yo, podo pedir prestado o teu Netflix?"
Ela é feminista, pensa que son machista
Twistin 'As miñas palabras, creo que ela disléxica
Dame o meu espazo, son intergaláctico
Antes de darche o meu contrasinal de insta, dareiche o pin ao meu amex, eh, ben
Este non é aceiro inoxidable, é platino
Mesa de cea, teño maneiras, eh
Camiseta metida, servilleta
Aínda cargando, ese é o subtítulo, só equivalei a unha fracción mínima
Coma ben, teño indixestión
Neve espida no meu capó, sen aspen, non podo desfacerse da miña dor con aspirina
Dave acaba de entrar nun Aston, estou a facer que Maybach Music (M-Maybach Music)
Están tentando insultar a miña intelixencia, ás veces, podo actuar estúpido
Nunca fun uni, estiven no campus vendendo cocaína aos estudantes
Se Bro deixa que o batom latexa, entón Somethin 'Gon'
Non podemos xogar exclusivos
[Coro: Dave & Central Cee]
Bótalle un ollo a estes diamantes mal, é unha vida de squintin ', non pode só mirar
Con bae a través de groso e delgado
Ela xa grosa, así que estou a medio camiño (jaja)
Marrón e malo, non podía cambiar de opinión, estaba a medio camiño alí
Cen metros, eh
Acabo de poñer nove gyal nun sprinter (uh)
Cen comedores, non caben nun todoterreo, nah
S-o-s, alguén me rescata
Teño demasiados gyal, demasiados moitos gyal, conseguín
Poden durarme as próximas dúas semanas, uh
Huh, ben, como enviar o enderezo, por favor
[Verso 4: Dave & Central CEE]
Lume por un batedor de muller, non podo balancear con iso, non estou a levar un chaleco
O home ten que enviar a súa terapia, conseguiu o sujetador electrónico, moito no seu peito
Estou en Xamaica, Oracabess '
Golpear unha lamber, foi convertedores en efectivo
Que non funcionan, é peón, sen xadrez
Estou facendo máis e falo menos
Encántame chillin 'con cadelas rompidas, home libro un voo e están todos impresionados (ben)
Estou no G63, o coche abrazame coma un amigo a través de xiros e xiros
Home Livin 'para Nyash e Dyin' para Nyash
Está fodido, non sei cal é peor, estou fodido
Bolsas no seu e no seu, o que é o seu, o que tamén é o meu
Escoitei que a rapaza é unha cavadora de ouro, non pode ser verdade se saía de ti
AP Baby Blue, Papel Pink, probablemente tamén me odiaría
Algunha vez pasaches seis figuras e miraches a Bae como: "Mira o que me fixeches"
Si, ben, comezou cun Q, non esperaba na cola
Estraño, estou preguntando o meu blasiano, "por que estás tan centrado no teu lado asiático?"
Sei que os mozos de Jack rezan para que cheguen aos clubs e Dave dentro