Aitch, Nerve, Hooligan Hefs - Taste (Make It Shake) lyrics
Aitch [Harrison Armstrong]
[Aitch, Nerve, Hooligan Hefs - Taste Make It Shake lyrics]
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it bounce
Make it drop, it’s getting hot
Should we be waking up the house? Fuck it
Keep it up I know you
Love it when you're loud
But, if we hear the door knocking
We can't make another sound
Love my bruddahs, that's for life
I know my family got me
Couple bitches, couple haters
Couple brands are on me leave me be
I live my life with fucking cameras on me
Do my thing I'm setting pace
Go tell a man to stop me
Couple bruddahs got a job
A couple buy and sell
Grew up sliding 'round in north Manny
You can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl
My chick be looking fly as well
Louis V creps and the belt
But the bag's Chanel
Had a rest and then I had
To step the levels up
Got it in my head that I'm the best
So I ain't stressing much
I ain't on the fake shit
So I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway
Big Shelly and I wet it up
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy
(yeah)
They want static I'ma give 'em white noise
(Ha) ladies love my style, oi
They be tryna get me all inside
I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby
I ain't catching typhoid (Ha)
Me and my boys, we know how to turn it up
I see some people hating on the
Kid I see 'em burning up so word 'em up
Don't get mad at me 'cause
You don't earn enough (Ching)
I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave
I smoke that purple stuff
Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar
If they say they wantin' spice then I
Hit the beat with the pepper
Got a booty in my right hand
And Guinness all in my left
And if she dancing like a weapon
Then we gon' leave here together (yeah)
Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe
Got her sounding like a Catholic the
Way she talking to Christ (Ha)
If they telling you I ain't one of the best
That's a lie
Straight from Manny out to Aussie, I'm
A legend till I die, like what
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
They know who's who
(Who) when I step up in the place
Girls want to have a taste pigs
Want me in a cage
I face paint her face, but I'm not a MUA
Then I'm back to making papes
Money making like ace
If we're talking who's the realest let
Me show 'em who's the realest
I got real fucking drillers
Cousin doing double digit's
And I'm still doing figures and
I'm still with the hitters
And I'm still sending presents for
My brothers through visit
Come a long way from the sinning
Now I'm winning doin' eetswa and I'm living
Gucci print from the flippin'
Now the pattern fit's different
I use card for the billin'
Shoutout when I'm in the building
(We got Hefs in the building)
Ayy, any opp can get a taste, any time
Any place feeling handsome with the hand
Thing on my waist
You got a boyfriend? That's okay
I'm feeling petty with the wap
Tell him come my way, ayy
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby
How you flex and make it bounce
Make it drop, it’s getting hot
Should we be waking up the house? Fuck it
Keep it up I know you
Love it when you're loud
But, if we hear the door knocking
We can't make another sound
Love my bruddahs, that's for life
I know my family got me
Couple bitches, couple haters
Couple brands are on me leave me be
I live my life with fucking cameras on me
Do my thing I'm setting pace
Go tell a man to stop me
Couple bruddahs got a job
A couple buy and sell
Grew up sliding 'round in north Manny
You can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl
My chick be looking fly as well
Louis V creps and the belt
But the bag's Chanel
Had a rest and then I had
To step the levels up
Got it in my head that I'm the best
So I ain't stressing much
I ain't on the fake shit
So I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway
Big Shelly and I wet it up
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy
(yeah)
They want static I'ma give 'em white noise
(Ha) ladies love my style, oi
They be tryna get me all inside
I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby
I ain't catching typhoid (Ha)
Me and my boys, we know how to turn it up
I see some people hating on the
Kid I see 'em burning up so word 'em up
Don't get mad at me 'cause
You don't earn enough (Ching)
I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave
I smoke that purple stuff
Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar
If they say they wantin' spice then I
Hit the beat with the pepper
Got a booty in my right hand
And Guinness all in my left
And if she dancing like a weapon
Then we gon' leave here together (yeah)
Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe
Got her sounding like a Catholic the
Way she talking to Christ (Ha)
If they telling you I ain't one of the best
That's a lie
Straight from Manny out to Aussie, I'm
A legend till I die, like what
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
They know who's who
(Who) when I step up in the place
Girls want to have a taste pigs
Want me in a cage
I face paint her face, but I'm not a MUA
Then I'm back to making papes
Money making like ace
If we're talking who's the realest let
Me show 'em who's the realest
I got real fucking drillers
Cousin doing double digit's
And I'm still doing figures and
I'm still with the hitters
And I'm still sending presents for
My brothers through visit
Come a long way from the sinning
Now I'm winning doin' eetswa and I'm living
Gucci print from the flippin'
Now the pattern fit's different
I use card for the billin'
Shoutout when I'm in the building
(We got Hefs in the building)
Ayy, any opp can get a taste, any time
Any place feeling handsome with the hand
Thing on my waist
You got a boyfriend? That's okay
I'm feeling petty with the wap
Tell him come my way, ayy
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 fuck 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 fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake
But my hoodie looking BAPE
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