dave & krept - top boys (demo) lyrics
[intro: krept]
ghosty
yeah
[verse 1: krept]
suck your mum, foolish pr+ck (fool)
bust your gun, stop talking sh+t
if i call akhi (brr), you’ll see what a don is, champagne papi (wait)
alhamdulillah, act up, get one in the car (bow)
um, bros on deck (nah), beef online (nah)
no, i’m not krept
ask my accountant for this year’s profit
only time that i’m doing loads on net (brr)
my young n+ggas on smoke this season (smoke)
they want more guns like freeman (bow)
i test out the aventador
that’s a goat in a lambo, how can i be vegan? (skrrt)
[verse 2: dave]
how could i be a vegetarian?
still got a fish, i’m a pesceterian
she acting up, i’m airing it
cut that baby out, caesarean
i got slim+thick, tall and short tings
f+ck your tings, i got options
i ain’t cuffing that girl, that’s nonsense
giving that white, then blue like tottenham
me and bro in a buss down rental
p+ssed cah the rideout unsuccessful
had a wasted trip from central
should’ve invoiced my man for the petrol
that girl got a shape that’s dreadful
pencil, body come thin like red bull
my young g on a rise, kensal
true, my little n+gga outlines like stencils
[verse 3: krept]
suck your mum
no, wait, suck your dad this time
i said that sh+t, no cap this time
new chain cost me a flat this time (bling)
my white boy hollered me (brr)
said these new straps quality
knock+knock, who’s there?
salam aki isa, isa who? it’s a robbery (bombaclart)
bro fresh out of the cell (you know)
might come round there as well (skrrt)
look at this pr+ck, f+cking up drip
stab man now in chanel (shred)
lil’ bro got a shotty in the car with (what?)
more black dots than a password (yah)
then he said, “akh, what the bumba?”
put the arm to your chest like wakanda (wakanda forever)
[verse 4: dave]
look, so what are you saying?
i don’t know about them man
but us man know not to write statements
my bro got shots for his flavours
same way we got shots for our paigons
young g in a new country taking over
that’s colonisation
f+ck your organisation, hating
you must think that we’re gaming
my bigger bro did him inside out
that’s hand+eye coordination
that n+gga there should’ve dropped that day
true say, the mandem did save him
now, he wanna call out paigon
raging, how you gonna make that statement?
like how you gonna make that
how you gonna make that work?
back below the average, baby, how you gonna make that twerk?
like how you gonna make that shake, wait
how you gonna make that move?
if i said he’s been touched, i’m lyin’
but it’s on sight ’til i make that true
haters gonna hate like haters do
them man see fakers true, boom
shot on the spot, breakin’ news if mc aims, he shoots
paper, paper, money on your head
put a box on a man like pay+per+view
paper, paper, money on your head
put a box on a man like pay+per+view
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