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