Taste (Make It Shake) (Remix) (Remix|Explicit)

Aitch Stefflon Don

Show 'em baby how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a f**k who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake but my hoodie looking BAPE

Show 'em baby how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a f**k who's in the place

Stefflon Don

Ain't the gang, you ain't hitting nothing if you ain't my man

We never switching up, we sticking to the plan

Five niggas in the crib, two burgers in the pan

We don't feed the badders pasta, they eat beans out the can

Is you happy or you sad

Spent your money and you still ain't bend my back

Never pay attention to these bitches in the middle

How you talking s**t but then struggling for a nickel

They be coming for me while I make my money triple

How you talking s**t but then struggling for a nickel Ahh

Aitch Fenix Flexin

Show 'em baby how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a f**k who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake but my hoodie looking BAPE

Show 'em baby how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a f**k who's in the place

Fenix Flexin

Ay, nah, for real though, I keep it still though

I'ma f**k her from the back, nutted on a pillow

Ay, you a broke nigga, I'm a rich nigga

Had to kick her out the crib, she was taking pics, nigga

Couple bricks in the trunk, we boutta take a trip nigga, ay

I keep syrup on a nigga like I'm

I ain't fuckin' with these niggas 'cause they scary, b***h

Verse 3: Aitch

Yo, bottle popping, I'm wavey so I stay bopping

She play me on the daily, say she rates the s**t I'm dropping

Ask me Can you take me shopping

Tryna get this paper, stack it up, don't wanna pop a tag

Sum it up then double up, like f**k a **, I'll shot a gaff

Dem man, had to shut 'em up, they're runners up, they're not a match

Hate us but they're lovin' us, just pissed 'cause they ain't got a bag

Talk to me darlin', I'm loving the way you're shaking it

Let me slow it down, just take it in when you're taking it

She wanted white chocolate and got it, she love the taste of it

Make it drop, watch it pop, she don't stop

Got me staring at you girl, I think it's time to take it off, uh

Make it drop, watch it pop, she don't stop

Got me staring at you girl, I think it's time to take it off

Aitch

Show 'em baby how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a f**k who's in the place

Show 'em baby how you flex and make it shake

All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste

I'm just bopping, give a f**k who's in the place

Gucci buckle with the snake but my hoodie—