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 ® - 2023-08-04T17:32-03:00 - 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
Mandem
Mixin 'Codeine op med Phenergan
Hun blev tyk, men hun vil blive tynd igen
Drik æble cider eddike
Bær skummet, fordi hun vil være kim og 'em
Øh, okay, jeg ved, at du er dårlig, stop med at aktin 'uskyldig
Vi har ikke generationsformue
Det er kun et år, at jeg har haft disse millioner
Min pisk kunne have været i Tokyo -driften, fordi det er hurtigt og rasende
Jeg gik fra Toyota Yaris til Urus, de havde deres chance, men blæste den
Nu er denne gyal wan 'mig i hendes livmoder, fuck it, jeg er rig, lad os gøre det (fuck it)
[Chorus: Dave & Central CEE]
Se på disse diamanter forkert, det er et liv i at skyde, kan ikke bare stirre
Med bae gennem tyk og tynd
Hun er allerede tyk, så jeg er halvvejs der (hahaha)
Brun og dårlig, kunne ikke skifte mening, jeg var halvvejs der
Hundrede meter, he
Jeg satte bare ni gyal i en sprinter (åh)
Hundrede spiser, de passer ikke i en SUV, nah
S-o-s, nogen redder mig
Jeg fik for mange gyal, for mange-mange gyal, jeg fik
De kan vare mig de næste to uger, åh
Huh, okay, som send adressen igennem, tak
[Vers 2: Dave & Central CEE]
SUV, den udvendige hvide
Inside Brown Like Michael Jack '
Mere tid, mand bygger en linje og fælde
Brug som om jeg ikke engang kan lide min stak
Pistol kom på en irsk færge, slip, og det lyder som en tapdans (BAP)
Den måde, jeg bold på, ingen gul
Ref Haffa giver mig et sort kort
Hvem gjorde, hvad vi gør med rap?
Mand kunne ikke sælge sit show efter alle dem år med loftet
Sprinter, to gyal i en varevogn
Inter, to mand i Milano, hørte en af mine ting Datin 'P. Diddy
Har brug for tyve procent af hvad hun poser
Udenfor, mit hoved i mine hænder
[Vers 3: Central CEE]
Jeg fortalte hende, at mit navn er Cench, hun sagde, "Nej, den på dit fødselsattest," åh
Din kæreste løb fra diamanttesten, fordi de ikke var legitime, nah
Hun tyrkisk-cypriotisk, men hendes kurver brasiliansk, åh
Jeg vil have hende, og Bro vil have hendes tilknyttede selskab
Jeg er billig, rammer stadig en kylling som "Yo, kan jeg låne din Netflix?"
Hun en feminist, hun synes, jeg er sexistisk
Twistin 'Mine ord, jeg tror, hun dysleksisk
Giv mig min plads, jeg er intergalaktisk
Før jeg giver dig min insta -adgangskode, giver jeg dig pin til min amex, he, okay
Dette er ikke rustfrit stål, det er platin
Middagsbord, jeg fik manerer, he
T-shirt gemt i, serviet
Stadig indlæser, det er overskriften, jeg har kun udgjort en minimal brøkdel
Spis godt, jeg fik fordøjelsesbesvær
Bare sne i min hætte, ingen aspen, kan ikke slippe af med min smerte med aspirin
Dave kom lige i en Aston, jeg er meget opmærksom på Maybach Music (M-Maybach-musik)
De prøver at fornærme min intelligens, nogle gange kan jeg handle dum
Jeg gik aldrig uni, jeg har været på campus og salg af kokain til studerende
Hvis Bro lader trommestikken slå, så er noget gon 'lækage
Vi spiller ikke eksklusive
[Chorus: Dave & Central CEE]
Se på disse diamanter forkert, det er et liv i at skyde, kan ikke bare stirre
Med bae gennem tyk og tynd
Hun er allerede tyk, så jeg er halvvejs der (hahaha)
Brun og dårlig, kunne ikke skifte mening, jeg var halvvejs der
Hundrede meter, he
Jeg satte bare ni gyal i en sprinter (åh)
Hundrede spiser, de passer ikke i en SUV, nah
S-o-s, nogen redder mig
Jeg fik for mange gyal, for mange-mange gyal, jeg fik
De kan vare mig de næste to uger, åh
Huh, okay, som send adressen igennem, tak
[Vers 4: Dave & Central CEE]
Fire for a Wife Beater, kan ikke rocke med det, jeg har ikke en vest i vest
Mand skal sende sin terapi, hun fik e-cup-bh'en meget på brystet
Jeg er på Jamaica, Oracabess '
Hit en slik, gik kontante konvertere
Det fungerer ikke, det er bonde, ingen skak
Jeg gør mere og taler mindre
Jeg elsker chillin 'med knuste tæver, mand bog en flyvning, og de er alle imponeret (okay)
Jeg er i G63, bilen krammer mig som en ven gennem twist og sving
Mand Livin 'for Nyash og Dyin' for Nyash
Det er kneppet, ved ikke, hvilken der er værre, jeg er kneppet
Tasker i hans og hendes, hvad der er hendes er hendes, hvad er min også
Hørte, at pigen er en guldgraver, det kan ikke være sandt, hvis hun daterede dig
AP Baby Blue, Paper's Pink, jeg ville sandsynligvis også hader mig
Du har nogensinde brugt seks tal og stirret på bae som "Se hvad du fik mig til at gøre"
Ja, okay, startede med en Q, ventede ikke i kø
Mærkelig, jeg spørger min blasian, "Hvorfor fokuserede du så på din asiatiske side?"
Jeg ved, at Jack Boys beder om, at de kommer til klubberne og Dave indeni