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letra de zombie - aitch

[intro]
(woah kenny)

[chorus]
pull it back and make it clap
f-cking up the map
got me fillin’ up the mac
sh-t, the studio my trap
fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack
but you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks (no way)
feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yac
i forgot my past, sh-t, i can barely hold a chat
likkle man, you lying, pop sh-t, my contacts full of cats
they don’t ask me how i’m doing they’re just on man for a track (haha)
p-ssies

[verse 1]
rest in peace to set man ’cause they’re dead to me
ask me for a bring in but don’t check for me (no way) (woo)
now man are in my dm’s, tryna lecture me ’bout how they can’t see me and they’re vexed with me (hahaha)
coming from a place where you get one shot
make it out or you blast a one pop
man start movin’ shady if it’s on top
pray for all my brothers, free my dons locked, yeah
used to have a point to prove, now i’m just a noisy yout’
tell your little b-tch to give her boy the boot
tryna make some money? come and join the crew
if not, i’m avoiding you
leave me be, just sit back and enjoy the view
[chorus]
pull it back and make it clap
f-cking up the map
got me fillin’ up the mac
sh-t, the studio my trap
fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack
but you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks (no way)
feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yac
i forgot my past, sh-t, i can barely hold a chat
likkle man, you lying, pop sh-t, my contacts full of cats
they don’t ask me how i’m doing they’re just on man for a track (haha)
p-ssies

[verse 2]
back to work, i get it in, then i get out the gaff
got business to attend and if i’ve not, i got a pound to splash
face is bait, they know it’s aitch, so i go round the back
linkin’ up with bae, she make it clap, should hear the sound of that
say they’re on me, got me creasing like some af1’s (uh-huh)
said the cookies got me stinking up in saint laurent
swear they hate me on the daily ’cause the paper’s long
but pr-ck, you’re paying me my wages when you play the songs
take a flight, i’m goin’ out of the estates
just landed in la with fifty thousand in my case (guap)
man had to catch the hands for gettin’ rowdy in my face
now i’m a bigger man, i just get out and walk away
[chorus]
pull it back and make it clap
f-cking up the map
got me fillin’ up the mac
sh-t, the studio my trap
fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack
but you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks (no way)
feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yac
i forgot my past, sh-t, i can barely hold a chat
likkle man, you lying, pop sh-t, my contacts full of cats
they don’t ask me how i’m doing they’re just on man for a track (haha)
p-ssies

- aitch

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