fta freestyle - aitch lyrics
[verse 1]
never lost a fight but lost my head a couple times
i should’ve let ’em f*ck me up to knock some sense into my mind
all the women that i’ve f*cked, with no rubber on the bus
if they’re ever up the duffs, some are definitely mine
wait, i’m just kiddin’, i just writtin’, i’m just spittin’
in your girls mouth, got the p*ss hissin’, i love kittens
i was in town with my fun stick on a f*ck mission
then i woke up in my mums crib with my cum drippin’ (ha, haha)
i’m paranoid so get prepared to grab me
looked in the mirror then punched a c*nt for starin’ at me
i don’t bust, i just lеave with my nut
’cause i scream whеn i f*ck, and now the grippers they’re all scared to trap me
today i woke up, i ain’t mentally there
like, i might go and shave the chest off my hair
i know some thoughts that we got ain’t meant to be shared
but i’m tired of bein’ quiet and pretendin’ i care so
[chorus]
most rappers are c*nts ’bout as bad as their mums
talkin’, burnin’ a pack, boy, i’m packin’ your lunch
call me daddy my son, play the match and you won
give you a pat on the back, little slap on the bum
all these gyal on the net, pull your pants in a sec
sat in a car park, ass out, hands on the deck
tryna hang from one rich man to the next
well, if you don’t have bread, b*tch, have some respect
[verse 2]
man are p*ssed about the brits speech
they know sh*t’s peak, b*tch, please, listen when the king speak
brothers bummy like some sh*t cheeks
sendin’ b*tch tweets, actin’ like some p*ssy that i didn’t beat
imagine we could just say what we thought
i’ll say it anyway, f*ck it, play it in court
since i broke the f*ckin’ bank, i ain’t breakin’ the law
but if the police take my drugs, then i’m breakin’ his jaw
you got tress in the crop, let me see what you got
leave your cheddar lookin’ like swiss cheese when it’s robbed
f*ck your bro, f*ck your sis, f*ck your team, f*ck your squad
and if i catch a man streamin’ the opps
i hope your drop your phone on your head when you’re alone and in bed
i hope you die then wake up with a hole in a chest
then head back to that hole where you rose from the dead
then i’ll bury you alive, while you’re holdin’ your breath, b*tch
[chorus]
most rappers are c*nts ’bout as bad as their mums
talkin’, burnin’ a pack, boy, i’m packin’ your lunch
call me daddy my son, play the match and you won
give you a pat on the back, little slap on the bum
all these gyal on the net, pull your pants in a sec
sat in a car park, ass out, hands on the deck
tryna hang from one rich man to the next
well, if you don’t have bread, b*tch, have some respect
[outro]
if you don’t have bread, b*tch, have some respect
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