1989

Album: Close to Home (2022)
Charted: 23
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  • Young A I Tizzy C H
    Pull up in the G class when I'm on the E-state
    All you gonna see is rats when you got some cheesecake
    So my brothers- (yeah)

    Yeah, young A I Tizzy C H
    Pull up in the G class when I'm on the E-state
    All you gonna see is rats when you got some cheesecake
    So my brothers T-rap, see your food and T-ake

    Dom Peri in her 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 clap it she's great
    But she acting all sprung, think I had her T-pained

    Mandem make racks at the back of these raves
    Same way I take cash, do my rap, and leave stage
    Gave her one smash now she backing team Aitch
    I don't give a fuck how many rappers she's laid

    Pussy on tap
    Run the bath it gets mad
    Spend another few grand
    Smoke through a next pack
    I just cop me some land
    Moneys due to spread fast
    Boy, I got me some plans
    More moves and less chat
    Yeah

    Yeah, run the place, we don't wait in line
    Give a fuck that I'm late I'ma take my time

    Yeah, took the city and I made it mine
    Put my shades on and rave like it's '89

    Yo
    Dirty mouth but my heart clean
    That's why my pocket fat like a darts team, yeah
    They look at me like he can't be, yo (no way)
    That boy I got rich in a heartbeat
    Take the traction of the whip and I slide out
    Roof off, throwing 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 laying the pipe down
    Say with my chest I'm the greatest, you'll find out
    Aitch, but I feel like AJ when I psych out (yeah)
    They don't really love me, deep down they just like clout
    So pay me with respect if you ain't paying the right pounds
    Yeah, the bezel on the watch like the tracks I record
    Probably platinum or gold, I got plaques for 'em all
    Don't trip when I slip, money catches the fall
    They can't kick with the clique 'cause we actually ball

    Yeah, run the place, we don't wait in line
    Give a fuck that I'm late I'ma take my time

    Yeah, took the city and I made it mine
    Put my shades on and rave like it's '89 Writer/s: Harrison James Armstrong, Ian George Brown, Jacob Daniel Jones, John Squire, Mark Stuart Ralph
    Publisher: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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