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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
Whyjay
Whyjay
Programming
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Programming
George Reid
George Reid
Synthesizer
Pantha!
Pantha!
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Songwriter
John Squire
John Squire
Songwriter
Harrison Armstrong
Harrison Armstrong
Songwriter
Ian Brown
Ian Brown
Songwriter
Jacob Daniel Jones
Jacob Daniel Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Whyjay
Producer
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Producer
George Reid
George Reid
Additional Producer
Pantha!
Pantha!
Additional Producer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Young A I Tizzy C H Pull up in the G class when I'm on the E state All you gonna see is rats when you got some cheesecake So my brother- (yeah) Yeah, young, A I Tizzy C H Pull up in the G class when I'm on the E state All you gonna see is rats when you got some cheesecake So my brother T rap see your food T ake Dom Peri in her glass we don't do no cheap dates I just spent like 3 racks put a bag on each plate When she back it she's bad when I clap it she's great But she acting all sprung think I had her T pained Mandem make racks at the back of these raves Same way I take cash do my rap and leave stage Gave her one smash now she backing team Aitch I don't give a fuck how many rappers she's laid Pussy on tap Run the bath it gets mad Spend another few grand Smoke through a next pack I just cop me some land Moneys due to spread fast Boy I got me some plans More moves and less chat Yeah Yeah, run the place we don't wait in line Give a fuck that I'm late I'ma take my time Yeah, took the city and I made it mine Put my shades on and rave like it's '89 Yo Dirty mouth but my heart clean That's why my pocket fat like darts team, yeah They look at me like he can't be, yo That boy I got rich in a heartbeat Take the traction of the whip and I slide out Roof off throwing Ms up 'cause it's my town She came in a dress ended up in a night gown I ain't even flex, I'm just laying the pipe down Say it with my chest I'm the greatest you'll find out Aitch but I feel like AJ when I psych out They don't really love me deep down they just like clout So pay me with respect if you ain't paying the right pounds Yeah, the bezel on the watch like the tracks I record Probably platinum or gold, I got plaques for 'em all Don't trip when I slip, money catches the fall They can't kick with the clique 'cause we actually ball Yeah, run the place we don't wait in line Give a fuck that I'm late I'ma take my time Yeah, took the city and I made it mine Put my shades on and rave like it's '89
Writer(s): Divjot Abhol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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