Central Cee x Dave – Trojan Horse Instrumental
originally
Produced By
Dave
Written By
Dave & Central Cee
Engineer
Jonny Leslie & Sam Every-Baker
Mixing Engineer
Jonny Leslie
Mastering Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Primary Artists
Dave & Central Cee
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Neighbourhood Recordings, Live Yours & Universal Music Group
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Neighbourhood Recordings, Live Yours & Universal Music Group
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Central Cee x Dave – Trojan Horse (Lyrics) official un in the link below
#instrumental #centralcee #dave #trojanhorse#splitdecision
This sounds like it's sampled from 'Journey to the Cave – Nicholas Hooper' ref. 1 minute 33 seconds in.
I'm feelin' villainous
I couldn't afford them kicks
I had one pair, and I cleaned them 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 there wanna weigh my wallet
We ain't doin' irrational get backs, creep up clean when they least expect it
Hygiene's poor, look at the floor, there's insects crawlin', I could've got sepsis
Nasty, still try fuck 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 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
2:00 a.m., I'm callin' 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 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 tucked my shirt in school, so why would I grow up and tuck my chain?
Hide my face like, "Fuck 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 the new plate, a millennium baby
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 feel 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 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 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 kameez
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 kind of surprised I got elegant speech
I got a ting from DC, Harley Quinn, feel like the Joker
Back then, I had my nank in Dallas, Texas hold 'em, 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 the extra seats, so I squeeze 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 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 brownin' sat in a passy
I have plans of a cash and carry, my legs was dry, my elbows ashy
Ayy, speakin' of ash, I beg you man, 'low with the smoking, bruv
Please, bro, burnin' tobacco in the booth you man are killing me
Tryna fuckin' record
This beat is from the anime full Metall achimest brotherhood part 2 / minute 18 on anyworld
This is totally wong mate – where's the key change about two thirds in the real song?
yo can i use this over a beat if i credit?
Cool beat bro! Words began play in my head automatically 😄
0:27
In my hood, just ask bout delly
They'll tell you he's rolling deadly
I sit at a table with seniors
Even the OGs respect me
My Father got life when I was nine
I had to watch it on the tele-
Mom said son, don't ruin your life
Take a good look at your daddy
Looked in my mom eyes
Filled with tears
Frustration is weighing heavy
Went and got involved with a toxic chick
Am foolish about going steady
She keeps on bringing up my past
I swear this bitch teaches history
She kicks my balls with all these low blows
That's why I keep calling her messi
My team's filled up with pure top scorers
Looking for gold like Dora Dora
Eating lobsters in Nova Scotia
More updates, internet explorer
Some days I forget that I'm rich
Brain stained from when I was poorer
25 year old virgin chick
I never known a pussy more purer
Receiving more hate than Andrew Tate
You lagging in life, success comes late
She wants to be mine, she needs to wait
No time left for love, I wanna be great
They think I owe them, give me a break
Transformed to the man that they love to hate
Shall be the cry, Too Late, Too late
In the blink of an eye, state to state
I'm feelin' villainous
I couldn't afford them kicks
I had one pair, and I cleaned them 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 there wanna weigh my wallet
We ain't doin' irrational get backs, creep up clean when they least expect it
Hygiene's poor, look at the floor, there's insects crawlin', I could've got sepsis
Nasty, still try fuck 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 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
2:00 a.m., I'm callin' 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 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 tucked my shirt in school, so why would I grow up and tuck my chain?
Hide my face like, "Fuck 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 the new plate, a millennium baby
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 feel 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 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 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 kameez
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 kind of surprised I got elegant speech
I got a ting from DC, Harley Quinn, feel like the Joker
Back then, I had my nank in Dallas, Texas hold 'em, 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 the extra seats, so I squeeze 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 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 brownin' sat in a passy
I have plans of a cash and carry, my legs was dry, my elbows ashy
Ayy, speakin' of ash, I beg you man, 'low with the smoking, bruv
Please, bro, burnin' tobacco in the booth you man are killing me
Tryna fuckin' record
Bare man, ten in a car,
Half of us drunk and the rest are on za,
Plug came through and he blessed us a half.
Round of applause, it’s better than par
My dawgs bark starts when hes smelling the star,
Gets on all fours your ain’t telling him ‘nah’
Sometimes I feel like suspect,
Always get caught in the rain.
Never borded a plane.
So I’m rapping to say that theres more I can change
You ain’t got haters hating,
that’s fraudulent fame.
I write my lines with substance,
Don’t fall for the game.
Ball full of flames in my palm, calm.
Release energy from a Staff.
Produce only heat when I bar, rah.
The meat and the spuds of my part.
Go green bun a bud for my heart now I’m chill.
I smoke too much of the grass.
Ting say mills you ain’t taking me serious,
I have too much of a laugh
Lyrical glocks jus puncture ya mask,
Spew into flesh then Rupture the heart,
Dormant for the whole week,
Friday comes now here’s the Eruption at last.
Lyrical guns, click click grrrrrr Corruption gore
Ya girl say in it only for the naan, Like, Why the assumption for.
Turn your queen to a cum pumping whore.
then leave you slumped in morgues.
44 formed from thought fought hard big blast that’s Dumping four
Flesh get ripped from the chomping jaws.
Test my shit then jumping yours,
Smash up your window jump in yours,
Finesse your assets then dump shit off.
Sneak in your anexxe, take what’s mine,
Everything, amazing crime.
Let the ting, majorly fine.
Mexican, flavours in lime.
Rock up wit a microphone that was legitness,
You man are yacking not hacking the whiskey,
Man of my district, Rap and your history,
Cannabilistic, mad if you diss me
Bowa constrict wit the flow and I did squeeze,
Mowing your pitch leave it gross and all flimsy.
Most of you ditsy, overly glitsy.
Rappers ain’t rappers they posted at Disney
Faker than toast wit the string cheese.
So making it known you ain’t indie.
We baking you foes super dandy,
As I make it look bogus aye Sidney.
Tell these blokes they open up with me,
As they do put the soaker to kidneys.
Mic to the organ, church in the morning.
Burial heavy the cemetery busy.
Best of the best and I’m betting my soul.
Leaving with yours now you set in a hole.
Woah, woah.
Emcees never been better or dope.
Than mills the dead-l-y flow,
Naasty flow, mark my quotes,
Parts they go, your dentaly poned.
Tapped in the nut, mentally boned.
They Mad I’m a spectacle.
Hate it or love it the Man is respectable
Got manners and ethical that’s undisputable, mum taught me how to manage a practical then it’s all,
Trial an error,
Tried to be sober,
I tried for better but why am I getting fire – forever inside my skeleton,
Telling me brudda go light up splegga, it’s like I’m a mega sceptile.
With the spliff in my mouth.
Milly I never bun piff for the clout,
That’s a myth that I doubt, put drips in a drought.
It’s funny, Bruddas weren’t chatting druggies,
1 year later they catting the nuggies I got in my palm.
Calm.
Ring the alarm,
Fake muhfuckers are coming wit arms.
Put their legs on a track now they running it fast,
Start sonning them hard, get synonyms slap still juggling bars.
Give minimum taps they struggling large.
The verbal sprays makes dental waste,
76 my Mental age I been in the sticks for 18 years,
it’s about time that the bredda gets paid.
Millions hate when I’m doing my ting,
But the man that love yeah do it for them.
I do it for mum,
I do it for sid,
I do it for sis,
I do it for friends.
Nowadays friends don’t Connotate much,
And its weird, cos to me, yeah it’s gotta mean lots,
If I say you my boy you my boy, fake shit yeah I don’t rate none of that stuff.
If your mates don’t listen or help when in need brudda go find Someone that does.
If I rate you I’ll pass when I’m bunning my tugg,
If I don’t go away suck on one of my nuts.
It’s a one in a mil to be bunning wit mills,
Big up the real, the plug and his nugs.
Rocking the flames, fly, buggers will bug,
Suttin to bare in mind, dark, dare or die,
There and there,
Risky business, air or sky.
And I knew that i shouldn’t trusted hoes, should of known year 6 when she aired my Skype.
Skam koh per komente
Kto pidha po dun vec fam
Ama un jau kthej me 1 tek buzqeshje
Mu desh me u zhduk ca koh mos me bo muzik me u kthy n'vetvete
Ajo m'tha mu te du
I thash prit ther
Si fillim duj veten °
Vetem po them t'verteten
Kta shum mrapa meten
Nese lypin beef
Edhe mu po m'shajn
Nuke dun as jeten
Are u fucking MAD
Je tu fol per leket?
Bro je shum i vogel mos u kap po vazhdo karrieren
Dhe meno per veten
CUZ I'M FEELING
VILLAINOUS
Kur e ngjoj muziken tuj
I'm askin' bro
"Who the fuck is feelin' this"
Jeta na u bo shum fast
Fucking ridiculous
Eastern European shorty got back
And u know i'm hitting it
This game
"' always be BIG in it
Bro a je i marr
Kam me t'fut n'varr
I'm already digging it
Fuck this game and these big ass chains
I'm already sick of it
Bro had football dreams
But he turned to drugs when he broke his liga menu
PERSONAL CHEF
REALLY A 5 STAR MICHELIN
I move in silence
I ain’t too verbal
Black air
Really match my energy
Gotta make sure that I’m rocking purple
Man I’m moving way to quick
Prime minister
Like I’m wiston Churchill
(verse) 0:13
Late night in the booth, the coupe outside, I write ‘till my eyes get weary,
I think of the times with the guys, when we split fries, I still get teary,
Rarely, I never move wary, barely relaxed, money has me stressed,
She told me that I have debt,
Look at what God gave,
Santo you’re blessed.
(verse) 0:25
She thinks that she found her soul mate,
She want to know me, allure me, make me,
Build an attachment to her, these deep convos are her best attempts,
But I saw her plans, so clearly, yet she.
(break) 0:37
Has a point, in a way,
But,
She never knew no wage,
Not,
Eating any food all day.
(verse) 0:41
I know that it seems unlikely I could lose this all,
But so was the fact that I’d make it, amazing, I mean, who’d have thought,
Can never be way too humble,
Too hungry, tryna pree the king of the jungle,
Jump out,
Might link up with the bro bro’s and go stage me a coup de tat.
(verse)
1 to 4
Just that easy,
For you to slip, start falling off,
I'm feelin' villainous
I couldn't afford them kicks
I had one pair, and I cleaned them 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 there wanna weigh my wallet
We ain't doin' irrational get backs, creep up clean when they least expect it
Hygiene's poor, look at the floor, there's insects crawlin', I could've got sepsis
Nasty, still try fuck 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 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
2:00 a.m., I'm callin' 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 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 tucked my shirt in school, so why would I grow up and tuck my chain?
Hide my face like, "Fuck 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 the new plate, a millennium baby
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 feel 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 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 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 kameez
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 kind of surprised I got elegant speech
I got a ting from DC, Harley Quinn, feel like the Joker
Back then, I had my nank in Dallas, Texas hold 'em, 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 the extra seats, so I squeeze 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 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 brownin' sat in a passy
I have plans of a cash and carry, my legs was dry, my elbows ashy
Ayy, speakin' of ash, I beg you man, 'low with the smoking, bruv
Please, bro, burnin' tobacco in the booth you man are killing me
Tryna fuckin' record
This beat is so harddd
Thought i had to wait longer to find a first trojan horse instrumental, and ur tings hardd🔥🔥
Can you tell me where you got the 808 from? Been trying to find it
the best one on youtube! keep up the hard work!