Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Raw, 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
Raw |
| I think they want more |
| Fuck drip, I’m making it pour |
| Great on all-fours, oh, she my baby, take her on tour |
| 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 |
| I just got the keys to the crib, bust down my wrist |
| AP, next need a Patek |
| Better speak Ps if you’re tryna meet me in the flesh |
| If not, I ain’t leavin' my nest |
| Plaques don’t even gas me no more |
| If they can go platinum, anyone can |
| Chatting 'bout big stats in your raps |
| Hands up if you made a mil before 21 gang |
| Tryna get bad, you could never set levels on man |
| Plastic gangsters gabbing on 'Gram |
| Love rapping 'bout trap but the package don’t land |
| Paid more tax than your whole advance |
| You still wan' chat shit and throw shade on man |
| He 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» |
| Pussio, save it, bluffin', let’s face it |
| Run up your shit, have you tuckin' your chain in |
| Run up your lick and my brother’ll take it |
| The ends is bait, gotta stay composed if you’re sending weight |
| Mate, some dose how your friends turned snake |
| Can’t make man bro if he entered late |
| Jump off stage, tell him, «Send that cake» |
| They say, «No, 10K», had to end that straight |
| Man, don’t play in the ends I’m raised |
| Best show some respect when you mention Aitch |
| I think they want more |
| Fuck drip, I’m making it pour |
| Great on all-fours, oh, she my baby, take her on tour |
| Shake on the floor |
| She likes the taste of the Aitch and she like taking it raw |
| Still in my bits, you can ask 'em |
| Never chat shit, don’t rap for reactions |
| Flinging out lyrics and clapping the madness |
| You can get wrapped for your actions |
| Young Aitch, big boss, I’m the captain |
| Real life goals, you cap on your captions |
| Gassed on Snapchat flappin' the tantrum |
| I was off Melrose sat in a mansion |
| Wanna talk about levels and differences |
| But listen, the difference is |
| You’re a joke, I’m a GOAT |
| I don’t know what the bitching is |
| You can talk but I live this shit |
| Been up inside that room full of mics |
| On the set getting ready to spin some kid |
| Been up inside that ride full of guys |
| With a boot full of food, getting ready to spin this whip |
| Not a lot of man been this sick |
| Always been shining, never liked diamonds |
| Now I go blind when I flick this wrist |
| Henny on 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 |
| Great on all-fours, oh, she my baby, take her on tour |
| Shake on the floor |
| She likes the taste of the Aitch and she like taking it |