1989

Aitch

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    Young A-I-Tizzy-CH, pull up in a G-Class when I'm on the E state
    All you’re gonna see rats when you got some cheesecake
    So all my brothers, yeah

    Yo
    Young A-I-Tizzy-CH, pull up in a G-Class when I'm on the E state
    All you gonna see rats when you got some cheesecake
    So all my brothers see wraps, seafood and [?]
    Dom Péri in the glass, we don't do no cheap dates
    I just spent like three racks, put a bag on each plate
    When she back it, she’s bad, when I cop it, she's great
    But she's actin' all sprung, think I had her T-Pain'd
    Mandem made racks at the back of these raves
    Same way I takе cash through my rapper [?] stage
    Gave hеr one smash, now she backin' team Aitch
    I don't give a fuck how many rappers she's dated
    Posse on top, when the bathroom gets mad
    Spendin’ over few grands, smoke through a next pack
    I just copped me some land, money, streets, and bedfast
    Boy, I got me some plans, more moves and less chat
    Yeah

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    Yeah
    Run the place, we don’t wait in line
    Give a fuck that I'm late, I’ma take my time
    Yeah
    Tour the city and I made it mine
    Put my shades on a rave like it's '89

    Yo
    Dirty mouth, but, my heart clean
    That's why my pockets fat like darts team
    They look at me like, it can’t be
    Yo, that boy got rich in a heartbeat
    Take the traction off the whip and I slide out
    Really thought throwin' M's up 'cause it's my town
    She came in a dress, ended up in a nightgown
    I ain't even flex, I'm just layin' the pipe down
    I say it with my chest, I'm the greatest you'll find out
    Aitch but I feel like AJ when I psych out
    They don't really love me, deep down they just like clout
    So pay me with respects, if you ain't payin' the right pounds
    Yeah, bezel on the watch like the tracks I record
    Could be platinum or gold, I got plaques for 'em all
    Don't trip when I slip, when he catches the fall
    They can't kick with the clique 'cause we actually ball

    Yeah
    Run the place, we don't wait in lane
    Give a fuck that I'm late, I'ma take my time
    Yeah
    Tour the city and I made it mine
    Put my shades on a rave like it's '89

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