Copenhagen ft. thedicekid Lyrics

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