Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Learning Curve, artist - Aitch.
Date of issue: 23.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Learning Curve |
Hold tight WhYJay, the pr… |
WhYJay |
Yeah yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) |
Yo |
T-two bags in the boot, mine’s Burb’s and the Birkin’s hers |
You gotta bend it more when you firm this work |
It’s a learning curve, yeah |
In a Merc' when we first done dirt |
This girl got me swervin' curbs |
Shit, swear the head game got man cursed |
Which purse should I purchase first? |
Get her-get her loose, try lips me in public, MAC on my LV denim (Skrrt) |
Stepped on the mic' on nothin' but wooshings, fill it with shells, |
get peppered (Brrt) |
Br-bro got a toy from the farm, don’t test him, he fill it with bells and press |
it (Whoosh) |
Boy thinks he’s steppin' to me, ain’t nothin' a sheep can tell his shepherd |
Just copped new seats for the Range, don’t worry, your girlfriend nice and comfy |
It’s like I’m stuck in my ways, ain’t tryna behave or retire my fuckery |
Soon as I’m touchin' the place, gang uppin' the pace, come slide, I’m cushty |
Thick thighs with the loveliest shape, ain’t judging the weight 'cause I like |
'em fluffy |
I can’t hear it |
Less than fifty, can’t clear it |
Whip on flip if I steer it |
Babe, when you gonna leave your man? |
He’s not, he’s not serious |
Hit it bareback, I’m fearless |
You weren’t tryna chat to man back then |
Now you can’t chat to man, period |
I can’t hear it |
Less than fifty, can’t clear it |
Whip will flip if I steer it |
Babe, when you gonna leave your man? |
He’s not, he’s not serious |
Hit it bareback, I’m fearless |
You weren’t tryna chat to man back then |
Now you can’t chat to man, period |
Yo, check |
If I put on my suit and tie |
And step in the place when the mood is right |
Have your marjay lookin' like «Who's this guy?» |
Yeah |
She thinks I’m a yout, put a yout inside |
Backshots in the bath 'cause the coochie’s tight |
She ain’t have no bum but her boobs was nice |
Yeah, arms pinned to the side like she’s crucified |
All in the hips, got the movements right |
Lift her left leg up, this ain’t Toosie Slide |
Target small but my piece is long |
If I hit first time, then I’m shooting twice |
On my case like I’m always wrong, when it comes to the-, know I do this right |
Fuck it up, fuck it up, pull it back, run it up |
Step in and turn it up |
Hop out the Cully and make me some money |
Sign off a cheque, then I double up |
I don’t know about closing time, I just tell the boss «Lift the shutters up» |
I don’t know about holding .9's, I just tell the block «Dig the whoosher up» |
I can’t hear it |
Less than fifty, can’t clear it |
Whip on flip if I steer it |
Babe, when you gonna leave your man? |
He’s not, he’s not serious |
Hit it bareback, I’m fearless |
You weren’t tryna chat to man back then |
Now you can’t chat to man, period |