Dutchavelli – Black (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Dutchavelli drops a new song titled “Black”. Watch the video, stream, read the lyrics, listen, mp3 download and buy the song produced by Big Zeeko.

Dutchavelli Black

Dutchavelli is back with another one. The rising UK star has made promising efforts in recent time that indicate he’s destined for stardom in the future. The distinct deep voice attacks any beat handed to him with ease. Though he doesn’t even have a project out, the fact that he’s received a verse from Stormzy is enough of a sign that he’s ready to blow.

This week, he returned with his latest single, “Black.” Equipped with an equally intense visual, the rapper delivers menacing bars detailing the “Get Rich Or Die Trying” mentality, be it in the streets or in music. Dutchavelli continues to embrace the rise in the rap game with “Black.” We’re looking forward to whatever else he has in store this year.

Dutchavelli – Black (prod. Big Zeeko)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Nah, fam, fuck all these fake niggas, man
Free all the real niggas, my guy (Come on) always bro (Come on, come on)
You know what I’m sayin’ my nigga? Man are so fake out here
All the real niggas be in jail (Look)
Just do the ting, my nigga, make sure you fuck up the roads, innit?
(Big Zeeko)

[Chorus]
Go on then brodie, please phone Kody
A man got touched at the doughnut shop
I hope he recovers in a week
If not, it’s peak, he owes man guap
Put that to the back of my mind
Right now, black trainers, black tracksuit, black gloves
What happens on opp block stays on opp block
We do not ride out with a loose tongue (Ah-ah)
You are not bad, what have you done?
Sis see me get three man down in a night
She don’t know I did that more than once
I hate pigs, call them cunts
Cunch lines, billed more than blunts (Ah-ah)
Tryna get rich by any means, even if it means runnin’ in drums (Let’s go)

[Verse]
Yo, it’s Big Five
No lie, man, I live this life (Yeah)
All of the bouncers at the door givin’ out a frisk
Man’s still got the sticks inside
Turn on the light, I’m choppin’ up bits of white
Got dark like the Brixton Riots (Ayy)
Flew Dam on the economy class
Hit a lick with my darg, came back on a business flight (Ayy)
I’m sellin’ white girl, that Kylie Minogue (Yeah)
Practice what you preach but if I preach what I practice, that ain’t no life to promote (Yeah)
Pray that the music ting works out for the best cah man’s gettin’ tired of the road (Yeah)
And no one cares if you spent one thou’ on your crep, in jail, that’s the prize of a phone (Ah-ah)
In jail, that’s the price of a tech, I’m back live in the flesh
See how Jesus rise from the dead? That’s how I felt when I walked outta the seg
Dutch, I’m a boss (Boss) (Yeah)
What you know about signing checks?
Bedford, Manchester and then Bristol, I might go shut down Brighton next (Yeah)
Or I might just shut down Brum (Ah-ah), Club 101
I got this connect that only sells weed in bulk and I know his G’s gonna come
You think I spent all these P’s on jewels and I ain’t spent P’s on a gun?
I’m just incriminating my own self, just know intimidation won’t help
Woah, woah, how low could you go? (Ah)
Like this one chick said she gon’ post my dick pics if I don’t answer the phone
(I blocked that bitch)
(That’s a long dick, don’t act like the world ain’t seen one of those)
I got this shit, no word like Flipz
I’ma put this in a funeral home (R-I-P)
Like, I put the beat in a morgue right now
Tell a man, “Go do the autopsy”, see how their insides got torn right out (Ah)
The contract’s got a clause right now so C said that I can’t talk right now
I got two bad B’s from South and they wanna come to the East side of the town (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Go on then brodie, please phone Kody
A man got touched at the doughnut shop
I hope he recovers in a week
If not, it’s peak, he owes man guap
Put that to the back of my mind
Right now, black trainers, black tracksuit, black gloves
What happens on opp block stays on opp block
We do not ride out with a loose tongue (Ah-ah)
You are not bad, what have you done?
Sis see me get three man down in a night
She don’t know I did that more than once
I hate pigs, call them cunts
Cunch lines, billed more than blunts (Ah-ah)
Tryna get rich by any means, even if it means runnin’ in drums

[Outro]
Don’t fuck up and go back to jail, my guy
Just stay on the road, I know you can fuck it up my nigga
Come on my nigga, man, fam (Yeah?)
Man’s pissed you got lifed off, my nigga, man
My guy, bro, don’t even pree that, my guy
Inshallah I get my appeal, bro
Come on, come on, free my nigga Dappo, you dun’ know