D Block Europe - U.K. Duty Paid lyrics

[Intro: Dirtbike LB] I want these ni**as to die, to die, on God I want them ni**as to die, mm-mm I want these ni**as to— (Ayo, Waterboy, this sh*t wet) [Verse 1: Dirtbike LB] I want these ni**as to die, quick, hop out the passenger side, quick (Mm-mm) I'm with broski and that is the psyche, brand new, the glizzy, I like it And my Rollie is full up with diamonds, I made the world for my lifers (Yeah) And we're tellin' those ni**as over there, "Stay strapped" 'cause they're nothing alike us I'm in Amiri all white and this codeine is splashin' all over my tee I told my ni**a on set we spend money on guns, we don't settle this beef Fell asleep in Off-White (White) Got the money off white (White) The diamonds are different, they're hittin' I know that he's livin' a lie (Lie) She do it every time, she do it every time, she do it every time (Ahlie) Dinner dates, we need privacy, she at the suite, it's fine This is Richard Mille for the time, baby, 165 (165) In the back of the Rolls, I feel high, baby, we just switch the vibe (Ya dig?) [Chorus: Dirtbike LB, Young Adz] I pray for my ni**as to win (Ya dig?) I pray for my ni**as to leave I pay for my b*tches, a thousand a night And we fu*k, and we stay in the Ritz My diamonds are wetter than hailstone I come up, cook crack out the hellhole Paranoid, survivors guilt so real but it is what it is Little rectangle pedal in the Porsche Turn the demon in sport, 190 in this b*tch 'Cause I'm paranoid ni**as dyin' over price like it's killin' me to live Young stunter, got a hammer in the Ritz ni**a wish for bad will but I pray a lot for bits [Verse 2: Dirtbike LB] [?] the skelly, I'm ready, just whatever the name is I'm droppin' the white, I'm lovin' the price so how am I racist? (How?) You was with me, just down in the trench, so how did we go different places? (How?) You was with me, you sat on the fence and that sh*t was really the fakest It's those eyes, baby, those thighs, baby, don't say it, don't stop [?], baby, put an eight in my lung and the money don't stop And there ain't no jobs in my city so the cocaine came in soft I carry a brick in the Porsche (Yeah) I carry a stick in the who*e [Chorus: Dirtbike LB, Young Adz] I pray for my ni**as to win (Ya dig?) I pray for my ni**as to leave (Ya dig?) I pay for my b*tches, a thousand a night And we fu*k, and we stay in the Ritz (Ya dig?) My diamonds are wetter than hailstone I come up, cook crack out the hellhole Paranoid, survivors guilt so real but it is what it is Little rectangle pedal in the Porsche Turn the demon in sport, 190 in this b*tch 'Cause I'm paranoid ni**as dyin' over price like it's killin' me to live Young stunter, got a hammer in the Ritz ni**a wish for bad will but I pray a lot for bits