MICE (Explicit)

MICE (Explicit) - Aitch

Lyrics by：Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko

Composed by：Harrison Armstrong/Jacob Jones/Taras Slusarenko

It's tekky tekky

Put me off

Why yay 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 woh

S**t ain't ever easy had to wait for my plate

Hella promises were made but man were blatantly fake

Had to change up my ways

I just weighed up the game

Now the radio plays are 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 keyring 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 younger in the UK give a f**k what you say

They was poppin' back then cuzzy it's a new day

Rapping 'bout a mac-10 you're 30 years too late

Running up your gums you ain't worthy it's too fake huh

Choppin' rhythms up with why jay gotta whip a new tape

Blockin' women out my life yeah

I ain't got time for you babe

Box of liquor on my rider

Tryna' find a new wave

Call the driver run outside

And get inside the new shape haha

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 b***h

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 s**t

One step two step kill a rapper who's next

P***y I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexed

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 f**k have you been

Beat the odds I've got the haters

Every point got proven

Let me in and now they sit

Because your boy's a nuisance

Take the piss a little bit

But you can't knock the movement

Mum and dad are happy s**t been taking off

And they ain't got to 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 haha

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 s**t be flamin' hot

Sick of celebrating all

I heard this year was take a shot

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 f**k about us

I swear I'll pull the shutters down

You're lucky if I take a break

You're f**ked 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 kush

And cookie got me buggin' out

Why the man pretending like they're f**king with the kid

Indirectly sending got you looking like a b***h

I got love for everyone but trusting them's a myth

Live your life upon t' edge

They'll try and push you of the

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