MICE
[02:08:.15]Say it how it is, i just be me fam i don’t need to lie
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
[00:00.675] 作词 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
[00:02.25] Aitch-MICE
[00:08.15]Got a couple statements to make and some papers to chase
[00:10.75]I’ve been grafting all year,still ain’t talking a break
[00:12.85]Fam, i need to vacate,get my shades out the case
[00:15.95]Trust me, can’t nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch(woh)
[00:18.55]Shame it ain’t ever easy,had to wait for my play
[00:20.15]Had the promises were made but man are blatantly fake
[00:22.15]Had to change up my ways,i just weighed up the game
[00:24.15]Now the radio plays,that’s just making me cake(Ah-ha)
[00:27.00]Look it’s Deezy,got your girlfriend in the feelings
[00:29.00]Then I’m linking Simon,talking millions in meetings
[00:31.15]Nineteen years old,four bills and we go eatin’
[00:34.15]And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring(SKrrt)
[00:36.00]Looking at the charts,come like looking in the mirror
[00:37.00]Murdered every feature,when you greet me, call me a killer
[00:40.15]Rapper,not a preacher, god forgive me, i’m a sinner
[00:42.75]But i know you got my back so i give thanks before my dinner
[00:45.15]Hottest younger in the UK,give a fuxk what you say
[00:47.15]They was poppin’back then,cuzzy it’s a new day
[00:50.00]Rapping’bout a MAC-10,you’re thirty, its too late
[00:52.00]Winding up your guns,you’re not worthy, its too fake,uh
[00:54.15]Choppin’rhythms up with YG,gotta whip a new tate
[00:57.15]Blockin’women out my life,yeah,i ain’t got tine for you babe
[00:58.75]Box of liquor on my driver,tryna’find a new wave
[01:01.85]Call the rider when outside and get inside the new shape(haha)
[01:04.15]Taking a piss, ain’t popped a pill but im taking a trip
[01:07.00]Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
[01:09.00]Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bixch
[01:11.75]Basically i'm going crazy with this
[01:14.15]You ain’t taming me,pleas stay away from the kid
[01:16.15]Hit the belly,now i can’t stay away from the bridge(fridge)
[01:19.15]Really poppin’,you ain’t stoppin ’me, i am made for this shxt
[01:21.15]One step, two step killer rapper, who’s next?
[01:14.00]Puxxy,am the truth so don’t every get the youth vexxed
[01:26.00]Doing what i do, im making moves,i got mu crew set
[01:27.75]Head locking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
[01:31.15]I’ve been killing it, seriously where the fuxk have you been?
[01:33.15]Best he odds, i’ve got the haters,every points got proven
[01:35.15]Let me in and now they sit because your boys a new sense
[01:38.15]Take the piss a little bit, but you can’t knock the movement
[01:40.15]Mum and dad are happy,shit been taking off
[01:41.15]And they ain’t got to worry ’bout a mortgage ’cause i paid it off
[01:44.15]Had to take my shot because i reality couldn’t take my job
[01:46.15]Now i’m making guapies, kinda hard to find a way to not, hah
[01:49.15]With my baby cakes i’m baking off
[01:50.15]You know she live the baby face,its bakem she call me babe a lot
[01:53.15]I take her on a date but turns out she really made the spot
[01:55.15]Sexy with the make up, but sexier when she take it off
[02:00.15]Someone calm me down, i’m on fire, this shit be flamin’hot
[02:02.55]Sick of celebrating, all the herders they were waking shots
[02:04.15]All i get is W’s, this winning got me faded off
[02:06.15]Speak my mind every time i see the mic
[02:11.15]Easy with it G, i bring the P’s to keep my peace of mind
[02:13.15]Do it for the cake and i won’t sleep until i eat a slice
[02:15.15]But don’t **** about us, i swear i put the shotters down
[02:18.15]You’re lucky if i take a break, you’re fuxked if i put something out
[02:20.15]Put the beat to bed,cut my check and then i’m cuttin’out
[02:23.15]Zubby to the head, this kushy cookie got me buggin ’out
[02:25.15]Why the men pretending like they’re fuxking with the kid?
[02:27.15]Indirectly sending got you looking like a bixch
[02:29.15]I got love for everyone but trusting them’s a myth
[02:31.15]Live your life upon?
[02:33.15]haha
[02:37.15] 歌词提供者：唯独野良
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
[00:00.675] 作词 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
[00:02.25] Aitch-MICE
[00:08.15]Got a couple statements to make and some papers to chase
[00:10.75]I’ve been grafting all year,still ain’t talking a break
[00:12.85]Fam, i need to vacate,get my shades out the case
[00:15.95]Trust me, can’t nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch(woh)
[00:18.55]Shame it ain’t ever easy,had to wait for my play
[00:20.15]Had the promises were made but man are blatantly fake
[00:22.15]Had to change up my ways,i just weighed up the game
[00:24.15]Now the radio plays,that’s just making me cake(Ah-ha)
[00:27.00]Look it’s Deezy,got your girlfriend in the feelings
[00:29.00]Then I’m linking Simon,talking millions in meetings
[00:31.15]Nineteen years old,four bills and we go eatin’
[00:34.15]And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring(SKrrt)
[00:36.00]Looking at the charts,come like looking in the mirror
[00:37.00]Murdered every feature,when you greet me, call me a killer
[00:40.15]Rapper,not a preacher, god forgive me, i’m a sinner
[00:42.75]But i know you got my back so i give thanks before my dinner
[00:45.15]Hottest younger in the UK,give a fuxk what you say
[00:47.15]They was poppin’back then,cuzzy it’s a new day
[00:50.00]Rapping’bout a MAC-10,you’re thirty, its too late
[00:52.00]Winding up your guns,you’re not worthy, its too fake,uh
[00:54.15]Choppin’rhythms up with YG,gotta whip a new tate
[00:57.15]Blockin’women out my life,yeah,i ain’t got tine for you babe
[00:58.75]Box of liquor on my driver,tryna’find a new wave
[01:01.85]Call the rider when outside and get inside the new shape(haha)
[01:04.15]Taking a piss, ain’t popped a pill but im taking a trip
[01:07.00]Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
[01:09.00]Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bixch
[01:11.75]Basically i'm going crazy with this
[01:14.15]You ain’t taming me,pleas stay away from the kid
[01:16.15]Hit the belly,now i can’t stay away from the bridge(fridge)
[01:19.15]Really poppin’,you ain’t stoppin ’me, i am made for this shxt
[01:21.15]One step, two step killer rapper, who’s next?
[01:14.00]Puxxy,am the truth so don’t every get the youth vexxed
[01:26.00]Doing what i do, im making moves,i got mu crew set
[01:27.75]Head locking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
[01:31.15]I’ve been killing it, seriously where the fuxk have you been?
[01:33.15]Best he odds, i’ve got the haters,every points got proven
[01:35.15]Let me in and now they sit because your boys a new sense
[01:38.15]Take the piss a little bit, but you can’t knock the movement
[01:40.15]Mum and dad are happy,shit been taking off
[01:41.15]And they ain’t got to worry ’bout a mortgage ’cause i paid it off
[01:44.15]Had to take my shot because i reality couldn’t take my job
[01:46.15]Now i’m making guapies, kinda hard to find a way to not, hah
[01:49.15]With my baby cakes i’m baking off
[01:50.15]You know she live the baby face,its bakem she call me babe a lot
[01:53.15]I take her on a date but turns out she really made the spot
[01:55.15]Sexy with the make up, but sexier when she take it off
[02:00.15]Someone calm me down, i’m on fire, this shit be flamin’hot
[02:02.55]Sick of celebrating, all the herders they were waking shots
[02:04.15]All i get is W’s, this winning got me faded off
[02:06.15]Speak my mind every time i see the mic
[02:11.15]Easy with it G, i bring the P’s to keep my peace of mind
[02:13.15]Do it for the cake and i won’t sleep until i eat a slice
[02:15.15]But don’t **** about us, i swear i put the shotters down
[02:18.15]You’re lucky if i take a break, you’re fuxked if i put something out
[02:20.15]Put the beat to bed,cut my check and then i’m cuttin’out
[02:23.15]Zubby to the head, this kushy cookie got me buggin ’out
[02:25.15]Why the men pretending like they’re fuxking with the kid?
[02:27.15]Indirectly sending got you looking like a bixch
[02:29.15]I got love for everyone but trusting them’s a myth
[02:31.15]Live your life upon?
[02:33.15]haha
[02:37.15] 歌词提供者：唯独野良
Say it how it is, i just be me fam i don’t need to lie
作曲 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
作词 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
Aitch-MICE
Got a couple statements to make and some papers to chase
I’ve been grafting all year,still ain’t talking a break
Fam, i need to vacate,get my shades out the case
Trust me, can’t nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch(woh)
Shame it ain’t ever easy,had to wait for my play
Had the promises were made but man are blatantly fake
Had to change up my ways,i just weighed up the game
Now the radio plays,that’s just making me cake(Ah-ha)
Look it’s Deezy,got your girlfriend in the feelings
Then I’m linking Simon,talking millions in meetings
Nineteen years old,four bills and we go eatin’
And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring(SKrrt)
Looking at the charts,come like looking in the mirror
Murdered every feature,when you greet me, call me a killer
Rapper,not a preacher, god forgive me, i’m a sinner
But i know you got my back so i give thanks before my dinner
Hottest younger in the UK,give a fuxk what you say
They was poppin’back then,cuzzy it’s a new day
Rapping’bout a MAC-10,you’re thirty, its too late
Winding up your guns,you’re not worthy, its too fake,uh
Choppin’rhythms up with YG,gotta whip a new tate
Blockin’women out my life,yeah,i ain’t got tine for you babe
Box of liquor on my driver,tryna’find a new wave
Call the rider when outside and get inside the new shape(haha)
Taking a piss, ain’t popped a pill but im taking a trip
Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bixch
Basically i'm going crazy with this
You ain’t taming me,pleas stay away from the kid
Hit the belly,now i can’t stay away from the bridge(fridge)
Really poppin’,you ain’t stoppin ’me, i am made for this shxt
One step, two step killer rapper, who’s next?
Puxxy,am the truth so don’t every get the youth vexxed
Doing what i do, im making moves,i got mu crew set
Head locking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
I’ve been killing it, seriously where the fuxk have you been?
Best he odds, i’ve got the haters,every points got proven
Let me in and now they sit because your boys a new sense
Take the piss a little bit, but you can’t knock the movement
Mum and dad are happy,shit been taking off
And they ain’t got to worry ’bout a mortgage ’cause i paid it off
Had to take my shot because i reality couldn’t take my job
Now i’m making guapies, kinda hard to find a way to not, hah
With my baby cakes i’m baking off
You know she live the baby face,its bakem she call me babe a lot
I take her on a date but turns out she really made the spot
Sexy with the make up, but sexier when she take it off
Someone calm me down, i’m on fire, this shit be flamin’hot
Sick of celebrating, all the herders they were waking shots
All i get is W’s, this winning got me faded off
Speak my mind every time i see the mic
Easy with it G, i bring the P’s to keep my peace of mind
Do it for the cake and i won’t sleep until i eat a slice
But don’t **** about us, i swear i put the shotters down
You’re lucky if i take a break, you’re fuxked if i put something out
Put the beat to bed,cut my check and then i’m cuttin’out
Zubby to the head, this kushy cookie got me buggin ’out
Why the men pretending like they’re fuxking with the kid?
Indirectly sending got you looking like a bixch
I got love for everyone but trusting them’s a myth
Live your life upon?
haha
歌词提供者：唯独野良
作曲 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
作词 : Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko
Aitch-MICE
Got a couple statements to make and some papers to chase
I’ve been grafting all year,still ain’t talking a break
Fam, i need to vacate,get my shades out the case
Trust me, can’t nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch(woh)
Shame it ain’t ever easy,had to wait for my play
Had the promises were made but man are blatantly fake
Had to change up my ways,i just weighed up the game
Now the radio plays,that’s just making me cake(Ah-ha)
Look it’s Deezy,got your girlfriend in the feelings
Then I’m linking Simon,talking millions in meetings
Nineteen years old,four bills and we go eatin’
And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the key ring(SKrrt)
Looking at the charts,come like looking in the mirror
Murdered every feature,when you greet me, call me a killer
Rapper,not a preacher, god forgive me, i’m a sinner
But i know you got my back so i give thanks before my dinner
Hottest younger in the UK,give a fuxk what you say
They was poppin’back then,cuzzy it’s a new day
Rapping’bout a MAC-10,you’re thirty, its too late
Winding up your guns,you’re not worthy, its too fake,uh
Choppin’rhythms up with YG,gotta whip a new tate
Blockin’women out my life,yeah,i ain’t got tine for you babe
Box of liquor on my driver,tryna’find a new wave
Call the rider when outside and get inside the new shape(haha)
Taking a piss, ain’t popped a pill but im taking a trip
Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bixch
Basically i'm going crazy with this
You ain’t taming me,pleas stay away from the kid
Hit the belly,now i can’t stay away from the bridge(fridge)
Really poppin’,you ain’t stoppin ’me, i am made for this shxt
One step, two step killer rapper, who’s next?
Puxxy,am the truth so don’t every get the youth vexxed
Doing what i do, im making moves,i got mu crew set
Head locking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
I’ve been killing it, seriously where the fuxk have you been?
Best he odds, i’ve got the haters,every points got proven
Let me in and now they sit because your boys a new sense
Take the piss a little bit, but you can’t knock the movement
Mum and dad are happy,shit been taking off
And they ain’t got to worry ’bout a mortgage ’cause i paid it off
Had to take my shot because i reality couldn’t take my job
Now i’m making guapies, kinda hard to find a way to not, hah
With my baby cakes i’m baking off
You know she live the baby face,its bakem she call me babe a lot
I take her on a date but turns out she really made the spot
Sexy with the make up, but sexier when she take it off
Someone calm me down, i’m on fire, this shit be flamin’hot
Sick of celebrating, all the herders they were waking shots
All i get is W’s, this winning got me faded off
Speak my mind every time i see the mic
Easy with it G, i bring the P’s to keep my peace of mind
Do it for the cake and i won’t sleep until i eat a slice
But don’t **** about us, i swear i put the shotters down
You’re lucky if i take a break, you’re fuxked if i put something out
Put the beat to bed,cut my check and then i’m cuttin’out
Zubby to the head, this kushy cookie got me buggin ’out
Why the men pretending like they’re fuxking with the kid?
Indirectly sending got you looking like a bixch
I got love for everyone but trusting them’s a myth
Live your life upon?
haha
歌词提供者：唯独野良
