Testo Bring It Back - Aitch
Testo della canzone Bring It Back (Aitch), tratta dall'album Close To Home
Yeah, we need them bars now though, bro
You get me? Gonna need to hear you rap
Bring it back, tell her "Bring it back"
She gon' see the ice and get wet (ah)
Camera flash, all these diamonds on me
It's only right that I flex
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
She gon' see the ride and it's set (yeah)
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
Hit my line, I don't ring it back
Said, they wanna do me (yeah)
Ain't nobody come Moston, last time I checked up everyone's Gucci (aha)
Rake up money, no problem
Just left the booth, who's sellin' some jewellery? (Woo)
Girl mad 'cause a man's got options
If I don't stop, I ain't gettin' no - (hahaha)
Weed purple, my roses gold (let's go)
Clean shirt and the choker's froze (yeah)
Teeth hurt 'cause the rosé's cold
Leave burst to an open Rolls (ooh)
Poke and ghost, put on my clothes, get chauffeured home
People lie, but the trophies don't
Numbers too and I go through loads (skrrt, skrrt)
Home for the week (home for the week)
Unpack my case, see nothin' but w- and rosary beads
Smoke 'til I sleep (what?)
Black out the tints, all - on the seats
For the low on a creep (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
She gon' see the ice and get (ah)
Camera flash, all these diamonds on me
It's only right that I flex (flex)
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
She gon' see the ride and it's set (skrrt, skrrt)
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
Hit my line, I don't ring it back (brr)
Step in, I'm comfy (yeah)
Ain't nobody this clean, when I met your team, everybody looked dusty (ah)
16 bodyin' beats, 18 on the scene and my pocket got chunky
Don't lack when it comes to P, three-hundred Gs, I drop it on Mumzy, yeah
Young Aitch, big raps, big shelley
Big tax, big belly, flip bats, sip Henny
Aim straight, click-clack, kill Kenny
Kick back, sh- heavy, sit back, get ready
Switch lanes, switch back, stick steady
Flip racks, quick penny, hit gaff, link Becky
Big brain, big bag, big semi
Let's go, ayy (ah)
Home for the week, go flip dough, get dome, and repeat
Get off the phone and show me the Ps
Just know a cheque's been wrote when I speak
I ain't steppin' outside if I ain't gettin' paid
When you see me, I'm holdin' a fee (yeah, yeah)
I ain't payin' no mind to a - when they hate
They ain't seen what I sold in a week (skrrt, skrrt)
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
She gon' see the ice and get (ah)
Camera flash, all these diamonds on me, it's only right that I flex
Bring it back, tell her, "Bring it back"
She gon' see the ride and it's set
Bring it back, tell her "Bring it back"
Hit my line, I don't ring it back
When I grow up, I'm gonna make all the money
Get all the girls and have a big house in the sunshine, somewhere
Trust me
Credits
Writer(s): Taras Slusarenko, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Louis Teja Sanghera
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