Aitch - The Palm Lyrics

Lyrics The Palm - Aitch



La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night
Yo, my baby, she a baddie, got some hips like Shakira
Fuck around, flew her to Jumeirah (La-la-la-la, Dubai)
Told me she weren't tryna fuck on the first night
But baby shoulda said it clearer, yeah (La-la-la-la, la-la)
I'll be forty-five minute on the M way
She told me, "Text me when you're nearer" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
When I land, you know she screamin' down the whole place
Must be deaf if you can't hear her (Ah!)
Double my age, you know she call me Baby Aitch
But there ain't nothin' baby 'bout it when you look below the waist (Woah)
Skinny brother, but I love me loads of cake
And all the pussy I been eatin' got me feelin' overweight
Nothin' but pinkies in my stack
No bullets, just riddims in the MAC, yeah (Ba-ba-ba-ba)
Louis duffel, tell 'em, "Fill it up with cash"
No brothers, just woman in the gaff, ah
Take time, take time, you've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (La-la-la-la)
FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night
(La-la-la-la-la)
Ba-Ba-Baby, pull your panties to the side
Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah (La-la-la-la)
So freaky, you a baddie in disguise, took her home, she gettin' nasty in the ride
Got the world in my palm, brought some girls to the Palm
Try say they ain't down, but I'm certain they are
With some loose white brothers, pullin' birds at the bar
On a last minute ting, they call me Fergie, you know?
Grab it and slap it, one baddie from Paris
Back it out, she can't hack it, said I'm taller in person
She ain't been Manny, so I tell her, "Get packin'"
Hit the mall with few bags and spend it all 'cause she worth it
Pu-Pull up in a Benzo truck
Come here, closer, tell your friends, "Don't look"
She wanna roll because she knows I'm from the 016
And she just want that ghetto love
Nothin' but pinkies in my stack
Won't whip it 'less it's digi on the dash, yeah (S-S-S-S-Skrrt)
I swear the girl was so pretty in the face
But I'm glad I hit it different from the back (Ah)
Take time, take time, you've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (La-la-la-la)
FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night
(La-la-la-la-la)
Ba-Ba-Baby, pull your panties to the side
Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah (La-la-la-la)
So freaky, you a baddie in disguise, took her home, she gettin' nasty in the ride
(La-la-la-la)
Yo, my bad, I've literally just got off the flight from Dubai now
Goin' to America
I don't care, I hope you stay there, stay there
That's not nice
Well, it's not like I see you in this country anyway, so do you know what I mean? It's–, I thought you're goin' Australia as well, when is that?
July
'Kay, well, whatever



Writer(s): Jacob Oliver Manson, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Taras Slusarenko


Aitch - Close To Home
Album Close To Home
date of release
19-08-2022




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