Dice 3style by Yungen Lyrics
[Intro]
I think I should say RIP to the beat from now
Ayo, that's a cheeky remark you know Yungen but I'm gonna let you off with that. You know it's my production, you know it's crazy when we hook up. Oi, let's go
[Verse]
I be all over my chips man, brudda check my source
Same old kid man, bow legged walk
If I blow, a Lambo's what my bro's getting bought
Make a young don eat, tell him go and get a fork
Man we just tryna live this high life
Raise your glasses, I've got the clearest eyesight
I've done the road ting, I'm tryna get my life right
Tryna get a Jacob on my wrist, Twilight
Man I'm the baddest lyricist, done the banter
Me, I'm the master, it's bait you're just a wanker
I heard he's onto me, waiting for the green light, my stick rolls when it was amber
Cause I ain't tryna take a chance with my life
You couldn't roll on my board, you ain't hardly a dice
I'm tryna hit my target, I ain't one for misses, explains the reason I departed my wife
She acts stush but undercover she an undercover
Baby daddy but she fucking with another brudda
I'm like come on brudda
I be beating your BM while your kid's at home, I'm a mother fucker
We got the bed shaking
Drawers shaking
Floor shaking
I put my balls in her mouth, jaw-breaking
You niggas running round cause you got bored spraying
My niggas put in hand work when the four's playing
Whole bag of bodies, peak where I'm living
A lot of man are snitching, I ain't tryna be a victim
I've got a Z of both, I cut it up in the kitchen
Cause all I do is make fucking cake, Mr. Kipling
Something ain't right, something needs pitching
Every day I'm walking with this ting, I'm itching
Take them out from one pop, put it into spray
House party, I show a fucking kid I don't play
[Outro]
And yeah, that's how we do man. Remember look out for the video on YouTube. Dice, Yungen freestyle. Hang tight Jayster
I think I should say RIP to the beat from now
Ayo, that's a cheeky remark you know Yungen but I'm gonna let you off with that. You know it's my production, you know it's crazy when we hook up. Oi, let's go
[Verse]
I be all over my chips man, brudda check my source
Same old kid man, bow legged walk
If I blow, a Lambo's what my bro's getting bought
Make a young don eat, tell him go and get a fork
Man we just tryna live this high life
Raise your glasses, I've got the clearest eyesight
I've done the road ting, I'm tryna get my life right
Tryna get a Jacob on my wrist, Twilight
Man I'm the baddest lyricist, done the banter
Me, I'm the master, it's bait you're just a wanker
I heard he's onto me, waiting for the green light, my stick rolls when it was amber
Cause I ain't tryna take a chance with my life
You couldn't roll on my board, you ain't hardly a dice
I'm tryna hit my target, I ain't one for misses, explains the reason I departed my wife
She acts stush but undercover she an undercover
Baby daddy but she fucking with another brudda
I'm like come on brudda
I be beating your BM while your kid's at home, I'm a mother fucker
We got the bed shaking
Drawers shaking
Floor shaking
I put my balls in her mouth, jaw-breaking
You niggas running round cause you got bored spraying
My niggas put in hand work when the four's playing
Whole bag of bodies, peak where I'm living
A lot of man are snitching, I ain't tryna be a victim
I've got a Z of both, I cut it up in the kitchen
Cause all I do is make fucking cake, Mr. Kipling
Something ain't right, something needs pitching
Every day I'm walking with this ting, I'm itching
Take them out from one pop, put it into spray
House party, I show a fucking kid I don't play
[Outro]
And yeah, that's how we do man. Remember look out for the video on YouTube. Dice, Yungen freestyle. Hang tight Jayster