Verdansk (Explicit)
Dave"Verdansk (Explicit)" is a song by Dave, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:40 long and contains 55 lines and 553 words.
Lyrics
0:03Just had to kick a chick out of the studio fam, shit's nuts, fam
0:07(Hahahaha)
0:08Nah, like, in Kyle's words, fam, the truth is madder than fiction, fam
0:12It's nuts out here
0:16(Oi, ayy, write that shit down)
0:16Look
0:17I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage, gotta tell her "Don't force it"
0:21Beef man, pepper and salt it, me and RJ gotta pull up, no talkin'
0:25Trap, you ain't got a rack to your name, my bro Brick Lane, we don't know about Shoreditch
0:29Rental, I never insured it, M25, gotta whip that calmly
0:34Man try beef with my dargy, Warzone ting how I come third party
0:37My little nigga can't lose that cash, I drop YGs, do it like Kehlani
0:41I don't rock Gucci or Armani, ST from ST, I can't
0:45Squash that beef like fruit and barley, still got a one black star like Kwame
0:50Three car convoy in Sutton, my mum got matching whips with Yungen
0:54Should've made Shanei hold on suttin' but it nevеr would've worked 'cause thе girl too stubborn
0:58Young G's talking my name on the Ends
1:00Gotta tell a man "Please don't risk it"
1:02On a right day, man ah just frisk him
1:04On a wrong day, I'm gettin' man airlifted
1:06I'm in Hollywood Hills with a white Rolls Royce
1:08And a one brownin' from Compton
1:10The Lambo parked just in front
1:12Man pull up to the bumper and do it like Konshens
1:14She wanna go LV, no problem
1:16Went for the cheapest bag, that's nonsense
1:19I took a hundred bags from Barclays bank
1:20No cap, you can go and ask Ellie
1:22That one mine, Bouncing Betty
1:24The bag 4K, like a HD telly
1:26Best believe that I'm back like Nelly
1:28Chest petite with a back like jelly
1:31I'm seein' man send indirects
1:32If you wanna war man then you better be vocal
1:35My right hand got a semi, that's local
1:37And this Browning, I can't post on socials
1:39My girl gotta' be far from social
1:41I don't wanna' see her at Carni
1:43Four-double-eight in the party
1:45LBC how I nicked the Ferrari
1:47Girls say we're the littiest batch in South London and, bro, it's a fact
1:51Airport, we're going for bants
1:57I hopped out the plane, I ain't going Verdansk
1:58What you know about telling a 10/10 to keep her clothes on and moving good?
1:59I ain't on beating or misogyny, it's mahogany, I got bougie wood
2:03Look, Airbnb with the guys, it's a white man's face that I use to book
2:07Chill with the stupid looks or it's gonna be a kettle that I use to cook
2:12I see a ting that I touched, tell me about talkin' stage, gotta tell her "Don't force it"
2:16Beef man, pepper and salt it, me and RJ gotta pull up, no talkin'
2:20Trap, you ain't got a rack to your name, my bro Brick Lane, we don't know about Shoreditch
2:24Rental, I never insured it, M25, gotta whip that calmly
2:28Man try beef with my dargy, Warzone ting how I come third party
2:32My little nigga can't lose that cash, I drop YGs, do it like Kehlani
2:36I don't rock Gucci or Armani, ST from ST, I can't
2:40Squash that beef like fruit and barley, still got a one black star like—
Just had to kick a chick out of the studio fam, shit'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 shit 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 nigga 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 nevеr would've worked 'cause thе 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 nigga 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—
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