MICE

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Sticky
 Put me off
 WhyJay (yeah, yeah)
 Got a couple statements to make and some paper to chase
 I've been grafting all year, still ain't taking a break
 Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case
 Trust me, can't nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (woo)
 Shit ain't ever easy, had to wait for my plate
 Hella promises were made but man, they're blatantly fake
 Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game
 Now the radio plays, I just making me cake (ah-ah)
 Lookin' steezy, got your girlfriend in her 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 killer (ooh)
 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 junga in the UK, give a fuck what you say
 They was poppin' back then, cuzzy it's a new day
 Rapping 'bout a MAC-10, you're thirty, it's too late
 Running up your gums, you're not worthy, it's too fake, huh
 Choppin' rhythms up with YJ, gotta whip a new tape
 Blockin' women out my life, yeah, I ain't got time for you, babe
 Box of liquor on my ride, tryna find a new wave
 Call the driver, run outside and get inside the new shape
 Taking the piss, ain't popped a pill but I'm taking a trip
 Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
 Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch
 Basically I'm going crazy with this
 You ain't taming me, please stay away from the kid
 Hit the belly, now I can't stay away from the fridge
 Really poppin', you ain't stoppin' me, I'm made for this shit
 One step, two step, kill a rapper, who's next?
 Pussy, I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexxed
 Doing what I do, I'm making moves, I got my crew set
 Headlocking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
 I've been killing it, seriously where the fuck have you been?
 Beat the odds, I've got the haters, every point got proven
 Let me in and now they sit because your boys a nuisance
 Take the piss a little bit, but you can't knock the movement
 Mum and dad are happy shit be taking off
 And they ain't gotta worry 'bout a mortgage 'cause I paid it off
 Had to take my shot because I really couldn't take my job
 Now I'm making guap it's kinda hard to find a way to not
 With my baby cakes I'm baking off
 You know she love the baby face, it's bait, she call me babe a lot
 I take her on a date, potential base, she really made the spot
 Sexy with the make-up, but sexier when she take it off
 S-S-Someone cool me down, I'm on fire, this shit be flamin' hot
 Sick of celebrating, all they hear this year was taking shots
 All I get is W's, this winning got me faded off
 Speak my mind every time I see the mic
 Say it how it is, I just be me fam, I don't need to lie
 Easy with it G, I bring the Ps to keep my peace of mind
 Do it for the cake and I won't sleep until I eat a slice
 But don't fuck about, I swear I'll pull the shutters down
 You're lucky if I take a break, you're fucked if I put something out
 Put the beat to bed, go cut my check and then I'm cuttin' out
 Zubby to the head, this cushion cookie got me buggin' out
 Why the men pretending like they're fucking with a kid?
 Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch
 I got love for everyone but trusting them's a myth
 Live your life upon, and you tie the pussy often haha
 

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Duration
02:56
Key
8
Tempo
106 BPM

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