Jimmy In A Dinger

Do you like my face with no makeup on?

Said he likes my face with no makeup on

And he likes my dress too, iced out (Marky B)

And he likes my dress too, iced out

Do you like my face with no makeup on?

Said he likes my face with no makeup on

And he likes my dress too, iced out

And he likes my dress too, iced out

Yo, listen to the cars that I mention

I love chicks in the club that are giving me attention

Dance to the beat, let me teach you a lesson

Grind on my dick and give me an erection

Always bop to the bars that I spit

Whether you're in the club or in an RS6

Can't stand blue lights, let's chip

Just got a Smart Whip, then I'm back to the bits

We just took a sick chase off a cougar

Sliding around bends because I'm a mover

This ain't a life that I am new to

Just ask all the boys, we do a manoeuvre

We just, smoke bizzies on a daily you see?

From Leeds Road, cutting through Fagley

Down Harrogate Road, quick bust a left

Do a quick lap for the boys round Thorpe Edge

I don't tell no stories

All (all, all) of the boys in choreys

Boys in their teens and forties

Charvas ripping a bike or riding horses

We were born like this, born into a life

We were poor and shit

Never realised all the stress that I felt

Since young, I be causing it

Now back (now back) to recording this

Speak facts, no boring shit

Who's Marky B?

Chatting 'bout how many times that I smoked the police

Me and Jimmy in a dinger on a random street

Please can you believe? We're on Sackville Street

And we're outside Village, no joke, in a car that's green

But do we give a damn? Do we fuck

'Cause that is the life when you're from BD

My G, where ya been?

Do you like my face with no makeup on?

Said he likes my face with no makeup on

And he likes my dress too, iced out

And he likes my dress too, iced out

Do you like my face with no makeup on?

Said he likes my face with no makeup on

And he likes my dress too

And he likes my dress too

(Eh, eh, eh, eh) I don't know how

How much do I rip back, kick back, drop sick bars on a sick track

Make five—o ring dispatch, big 250, one hell of a kick back

I just make sick tracks, me kicks with a big back

Pass me the mic in a club and it goes blast

How many times a day I get blazed?

How many times do I walk in the rave with a fresh shave, shades on face?

Can't match the Marky B face

Might wheel the bike 'til I snap the chain

But I got a spare one 'cause I knew it would break

I'm on a mad one, I got to stop it

Me and the boys sat making profit

This ain't my job, but I make money off it

Try be a hater, I kill it, come off it

Do you like my face with no makeup on?

Said he likes my face with no makeup on

And he likes my dress too, iced out

And he likes my dress too, iced out