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Dave
Dave
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David Orobosa Omoregie
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
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Dave
Dave
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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David "D.C." Castro
David "D.C." Castro
Mastering Engineer
Tyrell 169
Tyrell 169
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Lyrics

Look, I just moved outta London cah' things were really sticky Grey gates, Range Rovers, sittin' pretty You know I loved my G-SHOCKs if you were really with me Before I reach a milli, I'ma buy a Richard Milli' Been in with red wine, your drink is fizzy Can't take the city out the girl, just the girl out the city Only once I've to ask a chick, "You really with me?" The way I'm livin' silly, I need her to live it with me I do Seafood Saturdays when I see your girl Only oysters she's ever had were on TFL She wanna BBL but trust me, I'ma treat her well At least one of us makin' sure she eatin' well Orecchiette pasta, I'm in Casa Cruz I should have brought the young Gs 'cause they do bangin' food Cream blazer, white Nike, call me Harvey Dent Bruce Wayne, the timepiece, I brought Batman too Now what we got in common with a game of pool? Havin' eight balls and startin' with a cue I got a crazy life, girl crazy too I got a baby and my baby wanna baby too I wasn't made to be a gangster, I'm takin' a rest That's a home truth that I'll take on the chest You can't be a middleman inside this game of chess If he's taking offense, then I'm takin' a fence I could have been in the bando when they were flyin' buj And feds raided Surbiton but what a right I took 15 minutes, wonder how life would look I got an autobiography, I ain't write a book You as strong as the weakest person that's in your team I used to be happy with a million streams Independent, I don't bother sittin' in a meet' I just Warner label, two million clean Superleggera I'm in the DBS Five-litre V12 sound like DMX When you in love, that's the sweetest sex Passion in the beat, it's like Look, so many man gotta sit in jail Don't get a visit, meal, man don't even wish 'em well Road's fucked opportunities are thin as well People don't understand, it's a different world I'm so hood but I'm well-spoken She'll pay the bill when Hell frozen Necrophilia, I'm in AP The skeletons are light, they don't sell skulls with Elements of Picasso with just a touch of Disney I was eight, I was ahead before I went to Sydney Leonardo DiCaprio meets Leo DaVinci I make peace and make friends after I make history I'm the type to spend five after I make fifty I'm the type to spend fifty after I make five I take mine, a G was taken through the grapevine But the fruits of my labour brought me a great wine Made dua my enemies they get to see a way Ironically they're all people that I would see as prey The man I grow up with into trappin' and movin' Gettin' Rian like I tried to play a prank on Brewster Whole family full of talent, we're the Adenugas Bag of shooters, adolescence with attitude When hard work, opportunity, proper tunin' Meet talent, nigga, do we happen Turnin' your dreams to reality, that's what actors for Makin' reality a dream, that's what rappers for I used to be Ra'Nell, I never had a score We're the show, tell me what we need a channel for? And of course, I hope Jasmine knows she different and her talent raw I share today with the stars of tomorrow I tell my kids I knew Michael before he had awards, huh And if this isn't the proof Let's have it right, Letitia she's the truth I'm feelin' like Kamale, with a scorcher in the coupe How am I a yute and still inspirin' the youths? Let's go to war, I'm hirin' the troops I know my enemies, they conspirin' for a truce But let a man diss me in his Fire in the Booth And he can shout my name out while he's flyin' off a roof
Writer(s): David Orobosa Omoregie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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