Trojan Horse (Explicit) - Dave/Central Cee

Lyrics by：Dave/Central Cee

Composed by：Dave/Central Cee

I'm feelin' villainous

I couldn't afford them kicks

I had one pair and I cleaned 'em rigorous

Squeeze in junior I feel like Vinícius young Gs 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 trigger my trauma I tell her to stop it

She wanna know if I'm really ballin' that girl wanna weigh my wallet

We ain't doin' irrational get backs creep up clean when they least expect it

Hygine's poor look at the floor there's insects crawlin' I could've got sepsis

Nasty still try to **** on my step-sis

Huh

Ran through 'nough 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 I retrospected 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 evesu jeans

Who's that with the cargos and cortiez

The back poke out and the waist petite

Got flown out all the way to greece

She got great physique

Two A.M. I'm callin' clint like

Yo who's that girl in a 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 tuck my shirt in school so why would I grow up and tuck my chain

Hide my face like **** the fame

Trustin' different but love's the same

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 a millennial babies

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 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

And now it's no danger I'm on a major scale

That was a risky text before if I send that now there ain't no danger

The way that the light bounce of off these GIAs make gyal act stranger

Got love for all of the young gs 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 felt like troy

Had a revolver decomposin' hid in the woods I feel like roy

She give me a whine blood rushed to my genitals

Lucky for me she could feel my

Is it right won't say that it is

Shame that it is and it is what it is

Oi dave I don't even wanna release

Why

I don't even 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

You could talk 'bout direct debit my monthly payment a hundred gs

Taxman on me I keep receipts

My biggest paigons HMRC

Huh

Bro got it in masjid he got a mad ting under his kamis

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 kinda surprised I got elegant speech

I got a ting from VC harley quin feel like the joker

Back then I had my bank in dallas texas holdin' me and my poker

Antisocial I'm a loner

He got done up in mid-november and didn't recover 'til 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 extra seats so I squeeze that b***h in the back of the rover

White on C

Who's that there on a C to see

She want a man with decent P

And her ex is a factor me should be

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 brown and sat in a passy

I has plans of a cash and carry my legs was dry and my elbows

Ashy

Ayy speakin' of ash I beg you man 'low it just smoke and go

Please man burnin' tobacco in the booth

Tryna ****in' record