Dave – Verdansk

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by Dave and this amazing music is titled “Verdansk”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his newly released album which is titled ‘We’re All Alone In This Together’ which is released in (2021).

 

Listen up below!.

 

Dave – Verdansk MP3 DOWNLOAD

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave]

Just had to kick a chick out of the studio, 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

 

[Chorus]

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 a bout 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

 

[Verse]

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

In the 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 brownin’, 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 mans face that I use to book

Chill with the stupid looks or it’s gonna be a kettle that I use to cook

 

[Chorus]

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 ’bout 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