Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 101Barz Freestyle , by - Aitch. Release date: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
101Barz Freestyle |
| Let’s do this ting |
| Young Aitch, Manny way |
| Every time, you know the score |
| Yeah, yow |
| It’s like they think I got a chip on my shoulder |
| I just can’t believe you half believe what Twitter has told ya |
| Bare Minajes, loads of Cardi B’s, let Insta control ya |
| Post a pic and say «It's lit», oh how you live for exposure |
| I was younger all I wanted was a crib an' a whip |
| Now I’m looking at bringing home a BRIT with my chick |
| Fresh suit in the bitch, looking slicker than Rick |
| Some young bosses at the table wanna sit on my click (Yeah) |
| I set the scene, my record clean, I’m in the Premier League |
| Forget the sheet then let me speak now wanna get a piece |
| Just let me breathe, give me some peace, I need to bless the beat |
| I’ve been peppering for weeks I barely get to sleep |
| But man, it stepping to the beat she best be stepping neat |
| Too much tekkers every week, I just refreshed the heat |
| Jealousy, a sense of enviousness when we meet |
| But that’s alright, it’s certain you ain’t affecting me (Yeah) |
| Never been a snake, do it with my eyes closed, I never been awake |
| Feeling like a zombie, smoking lemons to the face |
| Broski belling me, telling me «They're not ready for you, Aitch» |
| Never been a prick, I always say it how it is |
| I’d rather buy myself a crib than go buy myself a brick |
| Got some donnies that are ridin', always sliding in the whip |
| And some donnies that just chill an' drink ciders in the clique |
| Straight out o' Manny, I’m in Moston or the heath |
| If I be fucking up the music, bossy got me in the streets |
| Got this pretty one telling me I’m cocky when I speak, like she doesn’t know |
| she’s gonna get the cocky when we meet (Heh) |
| Stop it gossiping no one’s bother bothering |
| Honestly brudda nothing you telling me sounding promising |
| Studio, the bando, I’m whipping it and I’m locking it |
| Cooking up a banger, release it, and they coppin' it (Ooh) |
| Yeah, she back it up nice, don’t pretend you’re prestige, you’ve been active |
| all night |
| Fuck her in ice, get the balance all right |
| Girl, you’ve had a full bottle, you’re still acting all shy |
| Listen, check you’ve got your twist, I’m a gent, pull up with some gifts like |
| it’s Christmas again |
| Always call me reckless, say I’m sick in the 'ead |
| But I swear there ain’t any other chick in my bed |
| So stop the accusation baby, I ain’t tryna do you wrong |
| I just wanna fuck you with the music on |
| Yeah I could’ve cheated on some Louboutin’s, but you know you’re really lucky |
| if I use my tongue (Yeah) |
| Just give the time and the place, I know you ain’t shy, why you hidin' your |
| face? |
| Whisper in my ear, yeah you like what I say, slide in and slide out, |
| I ain’t sliding away |
| But I’m |
| Sick of people saying they the goat, said he waviest on road but you ain’t |
| sailin' on my boat |
| This ain’t who can get it faster, this is who can make the most |
| So I ain’t giving you a penny, I suggest you take a note |
| You ain’t got it how I get it but I bet you wouldn’t know |
| Concentrating on your bitch? |
| Go put your focus on your dough |
| Used to question if I bust now men are using me to blow |
| How I done it, that’s for you to find out and me to know |
| Check it big-drip, you look like every other fucker, just look at how |
| Balenciaga runner done ya |
| Sheep is the only title I can put you under, listen I don’t give a fuck, |
| you better run for cover |
| Think I care about your bullets or your younger brudda? |
| Some self snitches, swear your bitches must be undercover |
| You ain’t bad that’s case closed, I got to pull a shutter |
| I ain’t bad I won’t stab you but I’ll uppercut ya (Yeah) |
| 101Barz, Young Aitch, Manchester way every time |