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Dave – Trojan Horse Lyrics

Dave Trojan Horse Lyrics, Central Cee Trojan Horse Lyrics

I’m feeling villainous
I couldn’t afford them Kicks
I had one pair and I cleaned them rigorous
Squeezed in junior, I feel like Vinicius
Young g’s stupid but they aint idiots
It’s cary, trap insidious
How’d 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
She wanna know if I’m really balling
That girl there wanna weigh my wallet

We ain’t doing irrational get backs
Creep up clean when they least expect it
Hygiene poor, look at the floor
There’s insects crawling, I could’ve got sepsis
Nasty still try fuck on my step sis
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 aint
Got no preference
Slapped it but with the retrospective
I could’ve been calm and collected
Avoided the 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

2am Im calling 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 visiting him
Brought eaters to the prison for him
Vision for him and it’s bigger than him
Disrespect I’m sizzling him
That girl look like Sza to me
How you upset that I cut you off
When you basically handed the scissors to me
2 man step, diligently
Watch my back, vigilantly
My young boy do man differently
She wanna show them girls she know me
Call my government name
I never tuck my shirt in school
So why would I grow up and tuck my chain
Hide my face like fuck the fame
Trust us different but loves the same

I don’t trust anyone lately
This lifestyle’s sending me crazy
Who’s to say that they’ll never betray me
Rusty one from the 1980’s
But the new plate a millennium baby
She deserve a standing ovation
The way that she got on her knees and ate me
2 hands lord Jesus save me
We all know the industry’s fake
The streets 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
Now it’s no danger I’m on major scale

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 GIA’s
Make girl act stranger
Got love for all of the young g’s
Booking a flight and I’m headed to Asia
4 and a baby going 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 decomposing
Hid in the woods I feel like Roy
She gave me a whine, blood rush to my genitals
Lucky for me she can feel my…
Is it right, we’ll say that it is
Shame that it is and it is what it is

Oi Dave, I don’t even wanna release
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 100 g’s
Taxman on me I keep receipts
My biggest pagan’s HMRC
Bro got it in masjid
He got the mad ting under his kamees
Bad one watching her calories
Long ting coz I wanna go out to eat
Hella petite like Bella Hadid
So I handle it delicately
She kinda surprised I got elegant speech

I got a ting from DC Harley Quinn
Felt like the joker
back then I had my man nank in Dallas
Texas holdem me and my poker
Anti-social, I’m a loner
He got done up in mid November
And didn’t recover till late October
He’ll need more than sling on his shoulder
Young black britain 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 making a mil
This year I average one in a month
Had a vision of running it up
And its working well like rum in a punch
In DLT I ain’t come for a brunch
Who’s that brownin sat in the passy
I had plans of a cash & carry
My legs were dry, my elbows ashy

Oi speaking of ash I beg you man
Low all the smoking though please bro
Burning tobacco in the booth you man are killing me
*Coughing*
Tryna fucking record