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Artiste : Aitch
Titre : Flame On
Yeah, hit the booth, I turn flame on (Yeah)
Hundred on me, no chain on (Woo)
Shawty likes what I rap ´bout, I still sing to her like Trey Songz (Ah, ah)

Got the track, she want Aitch on
Fuck these rappers, it´s game on
At this point, they all know what´s good, I ain´t gotta say where I came from (Let´s go)
Ain´t nothin´ to pull up and flex
Fuck it, I´m stuck at your necks
Man get the pussy and start buyin´ drip for the gyal
But won´t get their mum an address (Yeah)
Brothers are bummy, I know that they been watchin´ the kid
Now, they wanna come play with the best
Run up this money, when I get stopped from the pigs, only time that I´m takin´ a rest

Yeah, uh
After I fuck on this top model bitch for a hour, the only time I´m takin´ a rest

How many millions a nigga gon´ make in a year is the only time makin´ a guess
I don´t give a shit if these motherfuckers hate on a nigga, you know that they hate on the best
Got my advance and I went straight to Goldman Sachs, and they told me they can invest
Shout out to my dentist, got brothers that´s doin´ life sentence, society call ´em a menace
So, I flew out to Manny, a nine-hour flight off a Xanny
And Aitch brought me straight to the trenches
I spoil my daughter before she can even start callin´
Her diaper bag draped in Givenchy
Know music my callin´
My whole life I´m gon´ be ballin´
This shit is not on me, it´s in me

We get them racks fresh off a sack
No Secret Service, we dressed in all-black
High-level shit where I might get a tat´
And they free Little Sim, bet, you know he up next
Fresh off a jet, hold up the set
´Cause bitch, you don´t know me, so, show me respect
More time, he see me, I´m blowin´ a check
If you wearin´ a vest, I´ma go for the head (Yeah)

Crazy girl, she my favourite girl, that´s my baby girl
It´s Aitch your girl
Mr. Take Your Girl, dick might make your world

Backshots on backshots, then turn around and come face me, girl
Backshots on backshots, then, then bust a nut and I´m out (Woo)
Take her phone ´fore I take her home
How can she fuck me for clout?
Maybach or your bae´s back? Either way, I´m makin´ them bounce
Babygyal with that K cat, you know I´m tryna gain me some pounds
Got the pussy on playback, I just like the way that it sounds
Just got a coupe and a Jeep, I´m tired of usin´ my feet
Get in the back, bill a spliff and I´m lightin´ it up
Same thing I do on a beat
Pussy, don´t push me, it´s gonna get bumpy

I been on the Henny, I´m drinkin´ it neat
Feelin´ all comfy, I been gettin´ the money
I´m thinkin´ ´bout dough, you been thinkin´ ´bout me
Stack up this paper, I make it and save it for later, I´m takin´ it straight to the bank
It could be Canada, Paris, LA, or Dubai, all the ladies go straight for the mank
Know what I´m doin´, I ain´t tryna take no advice, I need millis to take an advance
Bitch, I´m a rapper, I´m makin´ a slapper
I´m not on the internet makin´ a dance

Yeah, ayy, go for the head, we aimin´ to kill
You worship these rappers who ain´t even real
I got some moves to make
You think I was Lizzo the way that I pursue the cake

And you got a rude awakenin´
If you was hatin´, my niggas is cool but patient
The tool´s adjacent
The chopper, it hit his whole body and have his ass Uzi shakin´
The streets was dry
But, fuck it, we wet the whole block up, this Draco a lubrication
The crib is new and gated
The cars is foreign, the lifestyle is too outrageous
Drum case and that sack like, this shit a new formation
My nigga got off of probation
Fuck the officers apart of the cases
Fuck twelve but I copped a Mercedes
Just landed in Manchester
Middle finger to the opps, not a hand gesture

So many whips, that shit upset my ancestors
But, we ball like van Hecke
In the tenth grade, I thought that we made it when mama had moved us to Lancaster
But, what I get off a show might be reparations, lil´ nigga, and extra

We get them racks fresh off a sack
No Secret Service, we dressed in all-black
High-level shit where I might get a tat´
And they free Little Sim, bet, you know he up next
Fresh off a jet, hold up the set
´Cause bitch, you don´t know me, so, show me respect
More time, he see me, I´m blowin´ a check
If you wearin´ a vest, I´ma go for the head