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Raw

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Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sangy
Sangy
Composer
Harrison Armstrong
Harrison Armstrong
Composer
Jacob Jones
Jacob Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Whyjay
Producer
Sangy
Sangy
Producer

Lyrics

I think they want more Fuck drip, I'm makin' it pour Great on all fours, oh, she's my baby, take her on tour (woo) Shake on the floor She likes the taste of the Aitch (WhYJay) And she like takin' it raw Raised in a time where man love beef on the net So they can't receive my respect Taking my time to achieve what I need And I'm blessed so they can't be seen as a threat Just got the keys to the crib Buss down my wrist, AP next, need a Patek (bling) Better speak P's if you're tryna meet me in the flesh If not, I ain't leaving my nest Plaques don't even gas me no more, if they can go platinum, anyone can Chattin' 'bout big stacks in your rap Hands up if you made a mill before 21, gang (gang, gang) Tryna get bad, you can never set levels on man (no) Plastic gangsters, dabbing on 'Gram Love rapping 'bout trap but the package don't land (haha) Paid more tax then your whole advance You still wan' chat shit and throw shade on man (no, no) Rap 'bout a wap but don't make it bang Rap 'bout the trap but don't take no chance All I hear is, "Blam it and shave him" Pussy'ole save it, bluffing just face it (haah) Run up the shit, I'd be tucking your chain in Run up your lip and my brother will take it (woo) The ends is bait, gotta stay composed if you're sending weight Make some dough so your friends turn snake Can't make man blow if it entered late Jump off stage, take tell 'em send that cake This ain't no 10K, had to end that straight Man don't play in the ends I'm raised Best show so respect when you mention Aitch I think they want more (more) Fuck drip, I'm makin' it pour (makin' it pour) Great on all fours, oh, she's my baby, take her on tour (woo, woo) Shake on the floor She likes the taste of the Aitch And she like takin' it raw Still in my bitch, you can ask 'em Never chat shit, don't rap for reactions Flingin' out lyrics and clapping a madness You can get rat for your actions Young Aitch, big boss, I'm the captain Real life goals, you cap on your captions (ah) Gassed on Snapchat, flappin' a tantrum I was off Melrose, sat in a mansion (wooh) Wanna talk 'bout levels and differences But listen, the difference is, you're a joke, I'm a G.O.A.T I don't know what the bitchin' is You can talk, but I live this shit (sah) Been up inside that room full of mics On a set, gettin' ready to spin some kids (woo) Been up inside, that ride full of guys with a boot full of food Gettin' ready to spin this whip (woo) Not a lot of man been this sick Always been shinin', never liked diamonds Now I go blind when I flick this wrist (woo, wrist, woo) Henny on ice when my drink gets sipped M town, up North of the map Get caught in the trap if your fingers slip I think they want more (more) Fuck drip, I'm makin' it pour (makin' it pour) Great on all fours, oh, she's my baby, take her on tour (woo, woo) Shake on the floor She likes the taste of the Aitch And she like takin' it- (raw)
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Louis Teja Sanghera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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