Dave, Central Cee - Trojan Horse (Lyrics)

Dave, Central Cee - Trojan Horse Get: Lyrics: [Verse 1: Dave] I'm feelin' villainous I couldn't afford them kicks, I had one pair, and I cleaned them rigorous Squeezed in junior, I feel like Vinícius Young G's stupid, but, they ain't idiots It's scary, trap insidious How you expect us to know how to love, you know? I can't teach no one how to hustle, some man just got it Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs, it triggered my trauma, I tell her to stop it She wanna know if I'm really ballin', that girl there wanna weigh my wallet [Verse 2: Central Cee] We ain't doin' irrational get backs, creep up clean when they least expect it Hygiene's poor, look at the floor, there's insects crawlin', I could've got sepsis Nasty, still try fuck on my stepsis, huh Ran through nuff of these famous girls, but I still got some on my checklist Bare gunman on my guestlist I took bro-bro out of the trenches Jump out the Volvo, jump out the Lexus, active He ain't got no preference, slapped it But, when in retrospective, I could've been calm and collected Avoided a problem and fleed the scene Too vocal, don't need no beat I go old-school like Evisu Jeans Who's that with the cargos and Corteiz? The back poke out and the waist petite Got flown out all the way to Greece She got great physique [Verse 3: Dave] 2 a.m., I'm callin' Clint, like, "Yo, who's that girl in the vest?" I'll send a delivery text, I know that it's wrong, it is what it is Broski locked, I'm visitin' him Brought eaters to the prison for him Vision for him, and it's bigger than him Disrespect, I'm sizzlin' him That girl look like SZA to me How you upset that I cut you off when you basically handed the scissors to me? Two-man step, diligently (Grrah) Watch my back vigilantly My young boy do man differently She wanna show them girl she know me, call my government name I never tucked my shirt in school, so why would I grow up and tuck my chain? Hide my face like, "Fuck the fame" Trusting different, but love's the same [Verse 4: Central Cee] I don't trust anyone lately This lifestyle sendin' me crazy Who's to say that they'll never betray me? Rusty one from the 1980s But the new plate, a millennium baby She deserve a standin' ovation the way that she got on her knees and ate me Two hands, Lord Jesus, save me We all know the industry's fake, the street's fake as well Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave, them man stand up like Dave Chappelle You can lock the lock, but the trap don't stop Half of the block get paid in jail That was a risky text before And now it's no danger, I'm on a major scale [Verse 5: Dave] That was a risky text before, if I send that now, there ain't no danger The way that the light bounce off of these GIAs make gyal act stranger Got love for all of the young G's bookin' a flight, and I'm headed to Asia Four and a baby goin' away, times were hard, I slept in a manger Give her the Trojan, give her the Trojan Horse, I feel like Troy Had a revolver, decomposin' hid in the woods, I feel like Roy She give me a wine, blood rush to my genitals Lucky for me, she can feel my— Is it right? Won't say that it is Shame that it is, and it is what it is [Verse 6: Central Cee] Oi, Dave, I don't even wanna release (Why?) I don't wanna be mentioned in the same sentence as none of these creeps I don't wanna come to your session, I don't wanna jump on none of your beats We can talk 'bout direct debit, my monthly payment a hundred G's Taxman on me, I keep receipts My biggest paigons HMRC, huh Bro got it in Masjid, he got a mad ting under his kameez Bad one watchin' her calories, long ting, 'cause I wanna go out to eat Hella petite like Bella Hadid, so I handle it delicately, she kind of surprised I got elegant speech [Verse 7: Dave] I got a ting from DC, Harley Quinn, feel like the Joker Back then, I had my nank in Dallas, Texas hold 'em, me and my poker Antisocial, I'm a loner He got done up in mid-November and didn't recover till late October You'll need more than sling on a shoulder Young black Brit in Italian kit, I feel like Tammy in Roma I had the Range with the extra seats, so I squeezed that bitch in the back of the Rover Cliffs of Dover, white on sea Who's that there on the C2C? She want a man with decent P And her ex is a factor, Misha B Let's not talk 'bout makin' a mill', this year, I average one in a month Had a vision of runnin' it up, and it's workin' well like rum in a punch In DLT, I ain't come for a brunch Who's that brownin' sat in a passy I have plans of a cash and carry, my legs were dry, my elbows ashy [Outro: Dave] Ayy, speakin' of ash, I beg you man 'low with the smoking, bruv Please bro, burnin' tobacco in the booth, you man are killin' me Tryna fuckin' record Tags: Dave Central Cee Trojan Horse Lyrics, Dave Central Cee Trojan Horse, Trojan Horse Lyrics, Trojan Horse, I'm feelin' villainous, #dave #centralcee #trojanhorse #lyrics