Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moston, artist - Aitch. Album song Polaris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NQ
Song language: English
Moston |
| Gucci on my ends |
| M-O-S-T-O-N |
| From the lane to the ave |
| Couple friends in the trench |
| Haters and snakes, yeah, there’s plenty of them (WhYJay) |
| Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz’s with- |
| Check it, don’t disturb me at my place of work |
| Labels on my nerves, up in my face, I’m tryna lay my verse |
| Bakin' wit' your bird, I’m takin' Stacey for a late dessert |
| Babe, I got it patterned, safe to say I got my space reserved (Uh) |
| You-You want paper? |
| Where’s the paper work? |
| Me, I’m making plays, I make mistakes, that’s what it takes to learn |
| I’m coming out my cage and you need to pay to see my face emerge |
| Crazy, baby, Aitch, I got your mother tryna take a turn |
| Yo, just say the word and we can make it work |
| Chasin' what I’ve earned, shit on my haters so it makes it burn |
| Make 'em catch the worm, turn up the bass and watch the wave I surf |
| Take me for a pagan, now you’re safe, look how the tables turn |
| I love the game but I hate it same way |
| And you love to hate Aitch but you ain’t made a day’s pay |
| My opinion’s not changing, I can’t rate what they say |
| I’m a spitter, I don’t need a big hook like Dave Haye (Ahh) |
| Gucci on my ends |
| M-O-S-T-O-N |
| From the lane to the ave |
| Couple friends in the trench |
| Haters and snakes, yeah, there’s plenty of them |
| Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz’s with leng |
| Gucci on my ends |
| M-O-S-T-O-N |
| From the lane to the ave |
| Couple friends in the trench (Ahh) |
| Haters and snakes, yeah, there’s plenty of them |
| Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz’s with- (Ooh) |
| Check the drip, this the Manny way, bitch |
| Word to Rick, burn a spliff cah mi affi stay lit |
| Broski said he local so the package came quick |
| I know it’s up to good standards, didn’t have to weigh shit (Hahaha) |
| Ask me for my number, you’ll get swerved, we don’t need to talk |
| Call me boujie all you like but what d’ya need it for? |
| Like, would you really pick me up if you had seen me fall? |
| No, so we can have a conversation but just keep it short |
| Kettle freezin' and there’s still no ice |
| You could have the biggest bum, but, no, I still won’t like |
| Listen, baby, I ain’t tryna kill no vibe |
| But it feels so wrong when you tell me it feels so right |
| Jump in the whip fast, dig that |
| Pulled the stick back, shit, unless I got whiplash |
| Pray there’s not a flash when I flip past |
| Quick, I’ve gotta dip, big stacks in a zip bag (What?) |
| Shit’s mad, a man will change for some quick cash |
| Gotta think fast and watch who you trust, big man (Trust) |
| Sit back and just laugh 'cause it’s big cap |
| Bill it, sip yac, live your life and get lit fam |
| Gucci on my ends |
| M-O-S-T-O-N |
| From the lane to the ave |
| Couple friends in the trench |
| Haters and snakes, yeah, there’s plenty of them |
| Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz’s with leng |
| Gucci on my ends |
| M-O-S-T-O-N |
| From the lane to the ave |
| Couple friends in the trench |
| Haters and snakes, yeah, there’s plenty of them |
| Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz’s with- |