Copenhagen
Flaaagggg
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
(Go)
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
Go
Go
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
Big 7
Juzz send me a beat I kill it
Juzz send me a beat I kill it
Bound for the cake
Cause boom got it tatted
Too many rappers
But who got passion?
Who got talent?
You don't want smoke
You don't want static
It ain't a baddie
I ain't bagging
But they got baggage
Ain't got manner
I'm way too lit y'all just can't match it
You don't know what's hannenin'
You don't know what's hannenin'
Tell ma killy wats bragging
All my tunes they blasting
I am established
I got status
Check all the stats
Tunes they banging
I got fans in Copenhagen
Real G like flag is
If I jump on the mic then that shit automatic
In my notes but I'm making a canvas
You writing her ballads
I'm bending her backwards
Ain't begging your pardon
I'm ducking you cowards
We gon' stack till its towers
I can hand you some lessons
From my past transgressions
And my money obsessions
And my money obsessive
Got a money obsession
I can hand you some lessons
From my past transgressions
And my money obsessions
Got a money obsession
Bound for the cake
Cause boom got it tatted
Too many rappers
But who got passion?
Who got talent?
You don't want smoke
You don't want static
It ain't a baddie
I ain't bagging
But they got baggage
Ain't got manner
I'm way too lit y'all just can't match it
You don't know what's hannenin'
You don't know what's hannenin'
Tell ma killy wats bragging
You don't know what's hannenin'
You don't know what's hannenin'
She told me she don't wanna fuck with the G
She told me she wanna have fun with out me
She told me I can't be the man of her dreams
I told her I gon' make it worth it in bed
She catching feeling and I'm proving her right
We catchin' bodies in love the 9
Let's get this bread we gon' be alright
Life is a bitch so I fuck that bitch up
No love in the streets but I keep it a buck
He told we shut his mouth forever
Pusssyyyyy
I got money obsession
I'm stacking my money them hundreds on hundreds
This shit been a hobby no cap
I ain't bragging don't fuck with big flag you'll be left in the past
My switch on Auto
Don't come with you fist or we upping the total
She top me out she don't spit she swallow
She fuck me good that pussy a puddle
And she got a friend they come in a bundle
We got the fire if you looking for trouble
When it comes to these guns y'all ain't got no muscle
We stick to the code
Niggaz know how we get on
You speakin' on me just mind your tone
We stick to the code
Niggaz know how we get on
You speakin' on me just mind your tone
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
(Go)
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
Go
Go
Get 'Em Diceyyyy
Big 7
Juzz send me a beat I kill it
Juzz send me a beat I kill it
Bound for the cake
Cause boom got it tatted
Too many rappers
But who got passion?
Who got talent?
You don't want smoke
You don't want static
It ain't a baddie
I ain't bagging
But they got baggage
Ain't got manner
I'm way too lit y'all just can't match it
You don't know what's hannenin'
You don't know what's hannenin'
Tell ma killy wats bragging
All my tunes they blasting
I am established
I got status
Check all the stats
Tunes they banging
I got fans in Copenhagen
Real G like flag is
If I jump on the mic then that shit automatic
In my notes but I'm making a canvas
You writing her ballads
I'm bending her backwards
Ain't begging your pardon
I'm ducking you cowards
We gon' stack till its towers
I can hand you some lessons
From my past transgressions
And my money obsessions
And my money obsessive
Got a money obsession
I can hand you some lessons
From my past transgressions
And my money obsessions
Got a money obsession
Bound for the cake
Cause boom got it tatted
Too many rappers
But who got passion?
Who got talent?
You don't want smoke
You don't want static
It ain't a baddie
I ain't bagging
But they got baggage
Ain't got manner
I'm way too lit y'all just can't match it
You don't know what's hannenin'
You don't know what's hannenin'
Tell ma killy wats bragging
You don't know what's hannenin'
You don't know what's hannenin'
She told me she don't wanna fuck with the G
She told me she wanna have fun with out me
She told me I can't be the man of her dreams
I told her I gon' make it worth it in bed
She catching feeling and I'm proving her right
We catchin' bodies in love the 9
Let's get this bread we gon' be alright
Life is a bitch so I fuck that bitch up
No love in the streets but I keep it a buck
He told we shut his mouth forever
Pusssyyyyy
I got money obsession
I'm stacking my money them hundreds on hundreds
This shit been a hobby no cap
I ain't bragging don't fuck with big flag you'll be left in the past
My switch on Auto
Don't come with you fist or we upping the total
She top me out she don't spit she swallow
She fuck me good that pussy a puddle
And she got a friend they come in a bundle
We got the fire if you looking for trouble
When it comes to these guns y'all ain't got no muscle
We stick to the code
Niggaz know how we get on
You speakin' on me just mind your tone
We stick to the code
Niggaz know how we get on
You speakin' on me just mind your tone
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Writer(s): Byiringiro David, Ntare Elijah
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