Verdansk (Explicit)

Verdansk (Explicit) - Dave

Lyrics by：Dave/Kyle Evans

Composed by：Dave/Kyle Evans

Just had to kick a chick out of the studio fam

S**t's nuts fam

Hahahaha

Nah like in Kyle's words fam

The truth is madder than fiction fam

It's nuts out here

Oi ayy write that s**t down

Look

I see a ting that I touched tell me about talkin' stage

Gotta tell her "Don't force it"

Beef man pepper and salt it

Me and RJ gotta pull up no talkin'

Trap you ain't got a rack to your name my bro Brick Lane

We don't know about Shoreditch

Rental I never insured it M25 gotta whip that calmly

Man try beef with my dargy Warzone ting how I come third party

My little n***a can't lose that cash I drop YGs do it like Kehlani

I don't rock Gucci or Armani ST from ST I can't

Squash that beef like fruit and barley

Still got a one black star like Kwame

Three car convoy in Sutton

My mum got matching whips with Yungen

Should've made Shanei hold on suttin'

But it never would've worked 'cause the girl too stubborn

Young G's talking my name on the Ends

Gotta tell a man "Please don't risk it"

On a right day man ah just frisk him

On a wrong day I'm gettin' man airlifted

I'm in Hollywood Hills with a white Rolls Royce

And a one brownin' from Compton

The Lambo parked just in front

Man pull up to the bumper and do it like Konshens

She wanna go LV no problem

Went for the cheapest bag that's nonsense

I took a hundred bags from Barclays bank

No cap you can go and ask Ellie

That one mine Bouncing Betty

The bag 4K like a HD telly

Best believe that I'm back like Nelly

Chest petite with a back like jelly

I'm seein' man send indirects

If you wanna war man then you better be vocal

My right hand got a semi that's local

And this Browning I can't post on socials

My girl gotta be far from social

I don't wanna see her at Carni

Four-double-eight in the party

LBC how I nicked the Ferrari

Girls say we're the littiest batch in South London and

Bro it's a fact

Airport we're going for bants

I hopped out the plane I ain't going Verdansk

What you know about telling a 10/10

To keep her clothes on and moving good

I ain't on beating or misogyny

It's mahogany I got bougie wood

Look Airbnb with the guys

It's a white man's face that I use to book

Chill with the stupid looks

Or it's gonna be a kettle that I use to cook

I see a ting that I touched tell me about talkin' stage

Gotta tell her "Don't force it"

Beef man pepper and salt it

Me and RJ gotta pull up no talkin'

Trap you ain't got a rack to your name my bro Brick Lane

We don't know about Shoreditch

Rental I never insured it M25 gotta whip that calmly

Man try beef with my dargy Warzone ting how I come third party

My little n***a can't lose that cash I drop YGs do it like Kehlani

I don't rock Gucci or Armani ST from ST I can't

Squash that beef like fruit and barley

Still got a one black star like