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Aitch - Straight Rhymez 1 (prod. Pezmo) @OfficialAitch
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aitch
Aitch
Songwriter
Perry Oatway
Perry Oatway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Perry Oatwey
Perry Oatwey
Producer

Lyrics

If you don't see me in my sides with my guys I be in the nice vibe, zoned tryna write rhymes Bitches in my eyesight, lyrics in the pipeline I combine lines when the time's right If I'm in the right mind White guy's gonna fly high, I'm the right guy Trust me I'm the coldest don in this, ain't nothin like ice Told you she don't like rides, but said she wanna ride mine You're taking her to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight But she move sour 'cause I'm getting all the lime light Leave her in the morning and won't see her till the night time She only ever phones me for dick - I got a pipeline Step up on the stage, fuck everyone it's my time Dash a man's watch in the crowd, look how time flies You're stepping on the fine line, the roof will get raised Like the London city knife crime She thinks it's funny how I stack up all this money So I tell her suck my dick and then I'm busting word to A1 Fuck it, I ain't fussy, run the beat, I'm getting mucky Catch a vibe, I'm not a rookie, get a lyric and I spray one Duppy yet I'm gully, take the piss, I'm with your honey Giz' a kiss, ya' looking lovely, better show me what you're made of She been near a few guys, holla'd her a few times You know she likes the blue eyes, watch how I take my shades off Grind, rap, trap, gets rapped That's facts, man don't clap straps But I, slap tracks fast, barriers get smashed That's straight to the cash, come back with a bad diss Ain't a bus pass, man I don't pass back In other words back track, gets swerved, that's that Fat back, slim body, no back fat Said she's into black man, dash me an L let me catch that Please someone test me, I'm alright for a white When I write I'm a lefty Fuck a knife but I'm nice for a fight, if you get me Ay yo, check me I swear to god, I'm underestimated I never flop, I got it boxed Look how I demonstrate it Listen up, I teach you 'suttin Now you're educated I took ya L but kept smiling Come and celebrate it Couple groupies, I'm lovin' the life But maybe one day I'll find the love of my life Nah, lowe it I'm drunk, man's fuckin' tonight Aitch, look at yourself, stop thinkin' you're fly I'm not a fraud, don't flex for the cam Summer time, watch a white boy flex with a tan I believe that I'm cold, you ask why, 'cause I am Your beefin' is old, please go find a plan Dad said there's not a lift up to success You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through 'nough stress But in the long run, you're comin' out with 'nough bread Pops, don't worry fam, I got 'dis, 'nough said How can I feel down when I'm up next? I hide things wrong, nobody see me when I'm upset Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what Mum said So I do shows, videos and I run sets I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting Donny's say my name, but I swear I've never met him Begging it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressing Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messing Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressing But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression You don't know 'nuttin 'bout me, you're just guessing Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon 'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick Pass me the mic and watch 'suttin get blazed I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em When the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin' So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin' It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin' I don't lurk and dip down ops But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced Half a bottle vodka in my pocket thinkin' This is the shit, mate, absolute piss take All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy So they sick of seein' this face Finally, Mr Aitch, professor of rhymary P, that's the only thing I've learnt since primary Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me Bless up, safe, appreciate ya' spendin' time with me
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Perry Oatway Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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