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Coldest motherfucker in the north of England, brother Know what the f— Uh, uh Yeah, yeah Look, yeah I can't fuck with people that are sitting on the fence (Ah) Brothers pushing weight and they ain't sitting on the bench (Yeah) Shawty told me holler when I'm finished in the trench So I'm calling for some head like I'm flipping on the pence, on God (Ooh) Baby girl can hold some cold shots Super Bowl with the necklace how I'm throwing those rocks (Haha) Had the dojo looking like an overgrown crop Pull up solo and we can go toe to toe (What?) Mic check, ice check, man are fly as LiTek (Yeah) Spin a pussy in the booth, I'll spin him on the live set Spilling money in the coupe, big spliff and white vest You're still bummy in a suit, lose the tie and try less (Haha) I mean, look You don't need the grease or have gotta read books To be smart enough to see that I'm fucking G'd up (Yeah) I just pulled up on the scene, now I'm seeing these doves But they're stealing my steez, what the fuck? I need cuts Bitch Yeah, yeah Letras de canciones Pull up on your wifey, wanna ride with me? It might get a little icy when you're ridin' with me Get the paper, baby, show me what I like to see If it's right for you, then it's right for me Tell me I can trust you when you're ridin' with me Let it burn, I feel like Usher when you're ridin' with me Putting money in the dirt, then I light my tree, yeah Tough for you, but it's light for me, yeah What the actual fuck? (Huh?) Spark a man, tell a boy, "Chat to my foot" (Bah) I don't pay for bottles, I make racks in the club (Woo) I don't pay for models, I just— (Shh), never mind Yo, I got cribs sitting back, gas catching the dust (Grrah) Whips for the track, you get lapped in the truck (Skrrt) The lazy ones got the most chat when they're up (Trust) I don't judge you by your cover, but the actions you took, little bitch (Bitch) Hundred thousand on me when I'm stepping out normal (Yeah) VVS the chain, rose kettle informal (Yeah) Shawty wet-wet, got me flexing this snorkel (Yeah) But if it's red dead, I'm just getting this (Woah) Say they gonna ride, don't be playing with my time (Yeah) Get to raking up this money, I ain't raking up a line (Ah) Got the blazer in the ride in case a paigon wanna try Baow, baow, baow, baow, now you're laying on your side Yeah You can't roll with me Bitch Pull up on your wifey, wanna ride with me? It might get a little icy when you're ridin' with me Get the paper, baby, show me what I like to see If it's right for you, then it's right for me Tell me I can trust you when you're ridin' with me Let it burn, I feel like Usher when you're ridin' with me Putting money in the dirt, then I light my tree, yeah Tough for you, but it's light for me Yeah You know who the fuck it is, young Aitch Manchester, 0161 Come ride with me, baby girl Yeah From Letras Mania