Aitch – RAW lyrics

Aitch – RAW lyrics

I think they want more
Fuck drip, I’m making 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
And she like taking 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
Better speak P’s if you’re trynna 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
Chatting bout big stacks in your rap
Hands up if you made a mill before 21 gang (gang, gang)
Trying to get bad, you can never set levels on man
Plastic gangsters, dabbing on gram love rapping bout trap
But the package don’t land
Paid more tax then your whole advance
You still want to chat shit and throw shade on man
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
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 I 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
Better show so respect when you mention Aitch (an)

I think they want more
Fuck drip, I’m making it pour (making it poor)
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
And she like taking it raw

Still in my bitch, you can ask them
Never chat shit, don’t rap for reactions
Flinging 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
Gassed on snapchat flapping a tantrum
I was off [?] sat in a mansion
Wanna talk ’bout levels and differences
But listen the difference is
You’re a joke, I’m the goat
I don’t know what the bitchin’ is
You can talk, but I live this shit
Been up inside that room full of mics on a set
Gettin’ ready to spin some kids
Been up inside that ride full of guys
With a boot full of food
Gettin’ ready to spin this whip
Not a lot of man been this sick
Always been shinning, never liked diamonds
Now I go blind when I flick this wrist (woo)
Henny and 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
Fuck drip, I’m making it pour (making it poor)
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
And she like taking it – (ooh)

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