Giggs ft. Dave - Peligro Instrumental
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Giggs ft. Dave - Peligro Instrumental re-produced by Marco Beats™
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Man sum gangsta shiiii 🔥🔥🔥
Yessir!
No matter what anyone says, Dave has the hardest verse for this beat hands down
For real its too good 💯
Really accurate bro
Thanks bro
Lourd lourd lourd 🔥🔥🦾
Merci ami
Tell my man come off the road
Go get a job and salary
Them man sell Diet Coke
That food's got zero calories
Them jewels like jiggerdy-jaggerdy
That diamond's 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 I left it
Let the convo come naturally
Then
Man ah 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 lyin' kings
They ain't coppin' no diamond rings
And fucking 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 were flirtin'
'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM
That's an angry German
Man are 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, everything local
25 minutes on tube
Everyting cool, everything sorted
And the girl that I linked was peng
But her friend ain't nice so everyting awkward
Marco you snapped on this one frfr 🔥🔥🔥
Thanks!
Bruhhh you killed this remake 🔥🔥 sounds exactly like the real one.. fkn amazing
Mysterious vibes bro ! I fw this ! 🌋
For real :D
straight gas🔥🔥
All love bro
brot his is dope asf 🔥🔥🔥
Thx G
Clean and hard asf bro!🔥🔥🔥
Thanks 💯
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oh yes... really nice beat! Love it!
Appreciate it!
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Title Back 2 Da Country
(chorus) (0:05)
My dad took me back to the country,
Told me, ‘Better count your blessings’,
Scolds me, when I never stay humble,
I knew he had good intentions.
(chorus)
But,
Too dumb and spoilt, too self-involved, too young and reckless,
I still want to pull up in a S-Class,
Don’t want to give the wrong impressions, (yah).
(break)
Put the whole scene in a choke-hold, spanish ting,
Said man was loco,
Rappers, Dodo, so-so, bodied by a boy with a BA,
Shout out Jojo.
(verse) (0:28)
The game is Titanic, on tilt,
A panic, when enter, man pull out the bill,
Attention is due and your manners need pay,
If I call out my troops, then nobody is safe,
Don’t call out your crew, it’s embarrassing, ‘kay,
In various States, I married the game,
Danced with the devil, there’s levels, whenever I step-up, I’m stepping correct,
Kept watch of my step,
Keep watching my Steff, how there’s nothing but net,
I mean, nothing’s a threat,
I mean, tougher you are, then the tougher it gets,
But fuck all that noise, I’m as tough as they get,
Yeah.
(break) (0:50)
My head in the clouds but my feet on their necks,
I mean once they get clout, they start beating their chest,
Boy, sit your ass down, let me show you the best.
(verse) (0:55)
Running and riding, we come with the crew,
We have the bag but they haven’t a clue,
He said the party is starting, I pull up, and notice that no one attended but you,
Who is the GOAT, I said, ‘I am’, no Groot,
Who could have known this the way that I move,
Despicable Me, just the way that I grew,
I take what is mine and I take that you’re new, (woo).
(verse) (1:10)
Play it safe so I have no bounties,
It’s only fame that got to my head, (hey)
And it felt like I was in the Saudi’s,
Must be all that heat from your breath, (hey)
These people are two-faced around me,
Bruce Wayne by your Harvey Dent, (hey)
Tell your girl that she don’t arouse me,
This graduate worried ‘bout tests, (haha).
(verse) (1:24)
Allow me,
No one checked me, but in a game of chess,
Moving so meta, trying to get my P's,
You would think my name was Ron Artest,
For dinner she wore her dress, for breakfast, she was there wearing my T-Shirt,
Victoria Secrets for hours,
I wanted a drink while she wants a D-Cup.
(chorus) (1:40)
My dad took me back to the country,
Told me, ‘Better count your blessings’,
Scolds me, when I never stay humble,
I knew he had good intentions.
(chorus)
But,
Too dumb and spoilt, too self-involved, too young and reckless,
I still want to pull up in a rover, comfy,
Keep those broke boys guessing.
(verse) (1:53)
Yeah, yeah,
This brown boy is blessed,
0-1-6-1,
Manny on the map, but, you know how I kept it desi,
Always,
You know how man goes, no Lassi, I could flex it,
Trust me,
One day, could be walking ‘round bummy, next week fuck about, come around in my new Rolls Royce and in Fendi,
Some of my new clothes, out-of-style but with a touch I made it trendy,
Breaking bad cah the news was bitter,
My new girl is like the plot,
Cah her new ass keeps on getting thicker,
(verse)
Brown boy badman,
The hip-hop raja.
(outro)
The Tupac reincarnate,
Ambitions as a rhymer.
Can you remake DUTCHAVELLI - LET IT BREATHE
PLEEEEASE 🔥
btw great work on this one
I'll deffo check it out
@@MarcoBeats Thanks man
dropping the instrumental today bro, thanks for the suggestion :D
They try catch me lacking
Them guys just acting
Your guys ain’t backing
That cash we stack in
Pull up we crashin
Some plastic gypsies
Pull up on my fam that risky
Are you dumb are you dumb or just tipsy ,
Your gang come tinie
My come bars come grimey
Gally get frisky
Tryna have my pickney
Heard your bars hella dry
They come like rich tea
Smooth with the gyal like Lionel richee
Fait pnl "luz de luna" stp sinon gg la prod
(verse)
It’s funny how money kept coming and so did the women for sex,
I heard all of your problems, I’ll cover your mortgage and rent,
My brother, I’m blessed,
Your mother’s a mother to me, on my mother’s, I said what I said,
Ace in my sleeves but knowing our luck, we’re playing a game of roulette,
Confined in a minefield with cocaine Nike’s, the way I kept watch of my step,
Inclining to reach, you’re not the best,
Seen by how you’re having to stretch.
(verse)
I can tell that these times are trying,
So I thank the Lord, I continue surviving,
I know I was selfish but I did what I did,
I have no sleepless nights because it is what is.
(verse)
I lost too many good people just to be wealthy,
Are these people worth enough for me to be selfless,
Because I know I would never choose to be smiling in a second-hand Yaris over crying in a Bentley.
(verse)
Just to show my parents the view of Venice,
Buy my grandmother colourful dresses,
Break bread with all of my brothers,
It was all-you-can-eat, but, knowing them, I swear they would still share it.
(verse)
Real talk, we need real ones, in real time,
Real ones on that real grind,
You need to know if you’re real ride,
You’ll soon realise it’s fun and games ‘til it’s real life.
(verse)
Fuck that acting cool, being friendly, shit,
We can keep it running, I ain’t ending shit,
I just keep rolling, on no Kelly shit,
On that all eyes on me, Makaveli shit.
(verse)
On that Abercrombie mixed with my Fendi, shit,
On that, you can see me live, on no Telly, shit,
On that, drinking D’usse, sometime, Henny, shit,
On that, seventeen, thirty-eight, Remy, shit.
(verse)
On that, money talks so you know I'm going dumb,
On that, if you going too, then I’m going one.
(break)
On my, on my, on my guys, I’m a get it done,
On my, on my, on my life, I’m a get it done.
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's start it off like this, nice and easy
Confer with the linguo
Weed smoke, but don't open the window
Light up, man's smokin' the Indo
Click-clack, door open and 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 that game and fuck that marriage
Man's just cheeky, man's just neeky, plus embarrassed
Why's he even speaking or discussing talent?
Man can't even breathe in his disgusting palace
Man can't even leave when niggas buck that ballad
Better aim for respect, cuz
Aim for the cheque, blud, better aim for the neck, cuz
Just take out a next yout, then take out a next one
Eat up a man's food, then eat up a next one
Lost the strap? Then take up a next gun
You're about as fake as the next yout, and he's as fake as the next one
I just switched that whip, I gotta bait up a next one
I just make me a hit, and then make up a next one
I clocked the damage
English boy just came through, nigga shocked the planet
What you 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 road
Go get a job and salary
Them man sell Diet Coke
That food's got zero calories
Them jewels like jiggerdy-jaggerdy
That diamond's 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 I left it
Let the convo come naturally
Then, man ah 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 lyin' kings
They ain't coppin' no diamond rings
And fucking 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 mister still pickin' up Qs
M-R, that's a minor risk
Remember when man came through
Not one of them girls were flirtin'
'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM
That's an angry German
Man are 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, everyting local
25 minutes on tube
Everyting cool, everything sorted
And the girl that I linked was peng
But her friend ain't nice so everyting awkward
Title His Airness
(intro)
Two cups and I walk in the motive,
Quiet now,
Next, caught in the moment.
(verse)
My L's are like missed calls, hold this, hear five rings then I smile like Kobe.
Okay,
You 'ready all know me.
(break)
Stepped fresh, in the air, like Jordan,
Steps fresh, Air-Max, no Jordan's, steps fresh from JD, no Bourbon.
(verse) 0:27
J.C., when she don't face me and her back so curvy, (Jesus Christ)
J.C., when she knows how to work it, no Labour,
J.C., no Jeremy Corbyn.
(break)
These mans are steady informants,
These mans can never ignore me,
These mans will hate from a distance, scratch that DJ, no Julius Erving.
(verse) 0:42
Your bros, in the court, would be talking,
Your bros, *tsk* (someone should warn him),
Your bros would swear on the Bible, put a Mark on their chest like Chevy endorse 'em,
My area's in every way harmless,
So's yours so spare me the talking,
So girls in the various garments,
So long to an era of M&S Outlets.
(verse) 0:57
SMS M and S to my accountants, soon time your MCM ousted, (woo)
Yes he is, Messi is me and I hesi him, no stressing when I sit counting, (woo)
Pushing P, pulled a B, Pulisic, shoot my shot, she was a looker, no Doncic, (what).
(break)
She told me, her man had a Rolex, but I doubt it’s.
(verse)
Storm out whenever proceed with caution,
Allow me,
No one checked me, but in a game of chess,
Moving so meta, trying to get my P's,
You would think my name was Ron Artest,
(verse)
Prada to Gucci, I prefer Versace,
My new ting is Libyan, born in Benghazi,
And making it Raine like I'm Aldo Apache.
(verse)
On ten,
Sadio Mane,
I should go rogue like Kanye,
I could smell my rose from M
May I lease it
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