Peligro - Giggs, Dave

Confer with the linguo

Weed smoke, but don’t open the window

Light up, man’s smokin' the Indo

Click-clack, door open then bingo

Two straps, named Jimbo and Ringo

Pink top, I stepped out in flamingo

Big boss, I stepped out with a bimbo

And I hate to lose, but feels nice when you win though

I clocked the damage

English boy just came through, nigga what’s the panic?

Clocked the «what the fuck"'s and nigga clocked the «dammit! «'s

Fuck that geezer, fuck the game and fuck that marriage

Man’s just cheeky, man’s just neeky, plus embarassed

Why’s he even speakin' or discussin' talent?

Man can’t even breathe in his disgusting palace

Man can’t even leave when niggas buck that ballad

Bet' aim for respect cus

Aim for the cheque blud, then aim for the neck cus

Let’s take out a next yute, then take out a next one

Eat up a man’s food, then eat up a next ones

Lost the strap, then take up a next gun

You’re about as fake as the next yute, and he’s as fake as the next one

I just switched that whip, I gotta bait up a next one

I just made me a hit, and make up a next one

I clocked the damage

English boy just came through, nigga shut the planet

Talkin' about, trust me

Oh, they thought it was just me?

We got bare shit over there man, you get me?

Tell my man come off the roads, go get a job and salary

Them man sell diet coke, that food’s got zero calories

Them jewels like jiggerdy-jaggerdy, 'dat diamonds got zero clarity

I don’t wanna get pissed off, see a man lift off, that’s zero gravity

Anyway, actually, who’s that girl with her back to me?

I was gonna move to her then but left it

Let the convo come naturally

'Dem, man I just run that casually

Big cougar ting on all fours, man it feels like I’ve got a tiger tryna tackle me

She said: «you're a little cub, don’t fight it»

Fam I could’ve lost my vision

Ask Hus, the punder was blindin'

Now a lot of man are talking violent

Everyone been out here ridin'

But manna just call them Simba

Dem man are just kings of lying

Dem man are just lion kings

They ain’t coppin' no diamond rings

And fuck your Swarovski crystals

They ain’t putting no white in cling

They ain’t givin' out light and dark, or dark or light, or either thing

Your Mr. still pickin' up Qs

M-R, that’s a minor risk

Remember when man came through, not one of them girls was flirtin'

'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM, that’s an angry German

Manna not bad in person, I’m with guys that are ridin' solo

That’ll do it like Ralph Lauren, that’s one long stick and a blacked out polo

Two brownin’s wanna come to the Vale, like «David, when you gonna send that

postcode?»

Tell her meet me at the station, no location, everythin' local

25 minutes on tube, everythin' cool, everythin' sorted

And the girl that I linked was peng, but her friend ain’t nice so everythin'

awkward