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