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 ® - 2023-08-04T17:26-03:00 - 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
De Mandem tenoperideraasje, fiif-stjer hotel, smokin 'sigaret
Mixin 'Codeine up mei de phenergan
Se krige dik, mar se wol wer tinne wurde
Drinkin 'Apple Cider VaNgra
Wearin 'SKIM' Want se wol Kim en 'em wêze
Uh, ok, ik wit dat jo min binne, stopje aktuele 'ûnskuldich
Wy hawwe gjiniene gegeen
It is mar in jier dat ik dizze miljoenen hie
Myn wip koe yn 'e Tokyo-drift wêze, om't it rap en fûl is
Ik gie fan 'e Toyota Yaris nei Urus, se hiene har kâns, mar blies it
No dizze GYAL WY my yn har uterus, fuck it, ik bin ryk, litte wy it dwaan (neuker it)
[Koarus: Dave & Central Cee]
Sjoch efkes nei dizze diamanten ferkeard, it is in libben fan Squintin ', kin net gewoan stare
Mei bae troch dikke en tinne
Se is al dik, dus ik bin der healwei (hahaha)
Brún en min, koe myn gedachten net feroarje, ik wie der healwei
Hûndert meter, he
Ik haw gewoan njoggen gyal yn in sprinter set (uh)
Hûndert iten, se sille net passe yn ien SUV, Nah
S-o-s, immen rêd my
Ik krige te folle gyal, te folle-in protte gyal, ik krige
Se kinne my de kommende twa wiken duorje, uh
Huh, ok, lykas stjoer it adres troch, asjebleaft
[Vers 2: Dave & Central Cee]
SUV, it bûten wyt
De binnenbrún lykas Michael Jack '
Mear tiid, Man bouwe in line en trap
Besteegje as ik net iens fan myn stapel hâld
Pistoal kaam op in Ierske ferry, lit los en it klinkt as in Tap Dance (BAP)
De manier wêrop ik bal, gjin giel
De Ref haffa jou my in swarte kaart
Wa die wat wy dogge mei rap?
De minske koe syn show net útjaan nei alle jierren fan DOIN 'DE CAP
Sprinter, twa gyal yn in bestelbus
Inter, twa man yn Milaan, hearde ien fan myn tings datin 'P. Diddy
Tweintich prosint nedich fan wat se sakket
Bûten, myn holle yn myn hannen
[Verse 3: Central Cee]
Ik fertelde har dat myn namme is Cench, se sei: "Nee, de iene op jo bertesertifikaat," Uh
Jo freon rûn fan 'e Diamond Test' Want se wiene net legitim, nah
Se Turkse-Sypriot, mar har krommen Braziliaansk, UH
Ik wol har, en bro wol har filiaal
Ik bin goedkeap, rekke noch altyd in chick lykas, "yo, kin ik jo netflix liene?"
Se in feminist, se tink dat ik seksist bin
Twistine myn wurden, ik tink dat se dysleksyk
Jou my myn romte, ik bin yntergalaktyk
Foardat ik jo myn Insta 'wachtwurd jou, sil ik jo de PIN jaan oan myn Amex, Huh, Goed
Dit is net stainless stiel, it is platina
Iten tafel, ik krige manieren, he
T-shirt tucked yn, servet
Noch laden, dat is de titel, ik bin allinich in minimale fraksje oanlutsen
Eat goed, ik haw spijsvertering
Bleate snie yn myn kap, gjin Aspen, kin myn pine net kwytreitsje mei aspirine
Dave kaam krekt yn in Aston, ik meitsje Makin 'dat Maybach-muzyk (M-Maybach-muzyk)
Se binne tryst oanbelanget myn yntelliginsje, soms kin ik dom hannelje
Ik bin noait uni gien, ik haw op 'e campus west op' e kokaïne 'oan studinten
As Bro lit de drumstick beat, dan Somethin 'Gon' lek
Wy spielje gjin eksklusiven
[Koarus: Dave & Central Cee]
Sjoch efkes nei dizze diamanten ferkeard, it is in libben fan Squintin ', kin net gewoan stare
Mei bae troch dikke en tinne
Se is al dik, dus ik bin der healwei (hahaha)
Brún en min, koe myn gedachten net feroarje, ik wie der healwei
Hûndert meter, he
Ik haw gewoan njoggen gyal yn in sprinter set (uh)
Hûndert iten, se sille net passe yn ien SUV, Nah
S-o-s, immen rêd my
Ik krige te folle gyal, te folle-in protte gyal, ik krige
Se kinne my de kommende twa wiken duorje, uh
Huh, ok, lykas stjoer it adres troch, asjebleaft
[Verse 4: Dave & Central Cee]
Fjoer foar in frou-beater, kin der net mei rockje, ik ha gjin vest
De minske moatte har terapy stjoere, se krige de e-bab, in protte op har boarst
Ik bin yn Jamaika, Oracabess '
Sla in Lick, gie Cash Converters
Dat net wurkje, it is pion, gjin skaak
Ik doch it mear en praat minder
Ik hâld fan chillin 'mei brutsen teefkes, man boeke ien flecht, en se binne allegear yndruk (goed)
Ik bin yn 'e G63, de auto knypje my as in freon troch twist en draait
Man livin 'foar Nyash en Dyin' foar Nyash
It is fucked, wit net hokker men minder is, ik bin fucked
Tassen yn syn en har, wat is har is har, wat is mines ek
Hearde dat famke is in gouden digger is, it kin net wier wêze as se jo datearre
Ap baby blau, papier syn pôze, ik soe my wierskynlik ek haatsje
Jo hawwe ea seis sifers trochbrocht en stoarre nei Bae Like, "Sjoch wat jo my makke hawwe"
Ja, ok, begon mei in q, wachte net yn 'e regel
Frjemd, ik freegje myn blasine ien: "Wêrom jo sa fokusje op jo Aziatyske kant?"
Ik wit dat de Jack Boys bidde dat se by de klubs komme en Dave's binnen binne