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Artiste : Aitch
Titre : ROOM 44
Floor four
Yeah

Still C2H, but I´m never home
´Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit

Fuck the clout, I´m already known
Might fly habibi dubs on some heavy bone shit
Stacked up, spent it on the ride
Try pulling up flexing with your guys, that´s some any old whip
I ain´t counting up this bread alone
Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

I ain´t counting favours, if I did, you´d probably owe me one
Hold a bomb for thinking you control me or the dough I´m on
Brothers acting weird like it is me or just the snow you´re on?
Focus on yourself instead of scrolling till the hoes are gone
You ain´t seen the best parts, the Dutchie like Edgar

Oral in the morning, that´s a head start
Wear the creps, but you won´t step far
Can´t take shots if you won´t make it to the next bar, bitch
Out the way, I just been keeping to myself
Figured everyone needs me, but I don´t need nobody´s help
Kept a couple dusty items, had to clean ´em off the shelf
If I speak my mind, then pussies gonna feel how I felt
Fuck what happens next ´cause I done bits
Learnt a whole lot, I still don´t know what trust is
People only wanna come around if it´s funded
So I only give a fuck about who lives at mum´s crib, real talk

´Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit
Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

Hit me on the telephone, the iPhone´s hot
The line don´t stop, them guys on some micro guap
Had the YGs spinning like a vinyl shop
Going house hunting, I ain´t tryna find no opps
Shellyanne a heavyweight, go and check the resume
Shawty make it elevate, she blow it, then I detonate
Tripping like she Ella, baby, hit me with a serenade
Sweeter then some jelly, Cali rocket and a lemonade
Towel by the door in the hotel
Shower on, let the steam out so there ain´t no smell

Shit, if it don´t get you high, then it won´t sell
Crazy, every time I touch down, I feel like Odell
Can´t stand the fake shit
Blagging that we´re mates and pretending that you´re paid shit
I don´t give a fuck about the paper, I´m just proud of myself
I only put it in the song so you stop doubting yourself
Like if I could make a milli´, you could probably make two
All this hating on me ain´t gonna help you break through, pussy
Now they´re stressing ´cause Aitch in the door
I won´t say nothing more, this is straight from the 4

Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick