Blue Cheese - Luciano & Aitch

Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha) I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah) Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit 100, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah 13, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah

Starving for them comas I need condiments I just got a new chic from my swag not from my confidence Real recognize real you know I knowledge it Thank you to the blue cheese Blue cheese brings consequences Been low key with the keys Got a bitch that want my seed Dead presies rest in peace Hungry for the green and cheese Got the carrots help me see Living off the celery Tryna dip it in blue cheese Ben Franks and blue cheese Blue cheese Aye aye Blue cheese Aye aye Blue cheese Aye aye Need a ten piece of some chicken side of blue cheese Addicted to the money like I'm Japanese that's white on rice I don't toy around with me paper no no fisher price Yea my palm iching like a nigga got lice Yea Use to skip class in the restroom shooting dice Destiny child not even Beyonce knowls Yea use to gang bang not with my niggas but hoe Man I should of cheated like my name is Keyshia Cole And I should of stayed focus on that mothafuckin dough now I just want that mula for my grandchildren Fuck what you say and fuck yo damn feelings Sky is the limit fuck a damn ceiling Yea Im numb to the pain like I'm off penicillin Richer than rich tryna get that cracker money tryna get that ritz yea Get to the money jugging finessing baby gotta hit my sprint oh yea Im with the shits I am so fresh and so clean ima walking lick Got three goals thats my hat trick Money bitches be a savage yea Been low key with the keys Got a bitch that want my seed Dead presies rest in peace Hungry for the green and cheese Got the carrots help me see Living off the celery Tryna dip it in blue cheese Ben Franks and blue cheese Blue cheese Aye aye Blue cheese Aye aye Blue cheese Aye aye Need a ten piece of some chicken side of blue cheese Wake up in the morning take a piss and make a band Try to brush away my problems but say fuck it like Durant I see racks on racks on racks on racks all in my future I need money it's my Kryptonite I think I'm Luther Tie my laces blue faces opportunist ima take it Cold cases for them faces Think I'm racist for the faces Watch me make it, who gone take it Ain't gone say shit paper chasing Overseas like an Asian You mistaking a vacation You can't dip in my blue cheese if you ain't got celery I do the work I flip my wrist I got the chips and I got the dip Just understand Im with the shits I am so fresh and so clean ima walking lick Got three goals thats my hat trick Money bitches be a savage yea Been low key with the keys Got a bitch that want my seed Dead presies rest in peace Hungry for the green and cheese Got the carrots help me see Living off the celery Tryna dip it in blue cheese Ben Franks and blue cheese Blue cheese Aye aye Blue cheese Aye aye Blue cheese Aye aye Need a ten piece of some chicken side of blue cheese

Yeah Ooo baby This is how I like it Ooo baby This is how I like it She love this life But it's lust when I'm up inside Say that she done tryna Trust these lies But she love me 100 times But she love me 100 times White toes and Her fingers match If I miss that call Know I'm ringing back Ain't touching the crib Just fucked in the whip Cos the windows Tinted black CC or the LVS She can mix And match Said her hearts still Broke from the past But I'm fixing that Mad nights We done been Through sheets Slide in from the back Said I'm in too deep Then asked me If I'd make her My wife Shit it's only Been 2 weeks She fell asleep On the M way home While i cruise and Flick through beats I don't know how We got this close so fast But the thing's unique Yeah Too much fuss I'm fighting But i know She's riding Spread 'em open Dive in Put my phone On silent Said this life Gets tiring But I know She likes it Never home I'm grinding She said Ooo baby This is how I like it Ooo baby This is how I like it She loves this life But it's lust when I'm up inside Say she done Tryna trust these lies She she love Me 100 times If I fall would you Pick me up If I lost it all would It still be love Would you call could We still be us, if we put it On pause would it Kill the trust All my thoughts Start building up Have a brawl feel Awkward and fill my cup We ain't talked I Don't feel the love You ain't even my Shawty it's real as fuck You got me staying up Late girl I just can't stay At this pace Know your tryna be bey And I'm jay but we just Ain't settling straight I get a plane you get on My case these days it Was never this way Clearing my head cos I Need this space these Days it's better this way Yeah Some mistakes ain't For making twice Speak my mind you Don't take it light Then reply tell me I don't Say things right But I can't feel bad if I Ain't done wrong thought Life was a game till I played Too long said you love this Life so you played this song Ooo baby This is how I like it Ooo baby This is how I like it She love this life But it's lust when I'm up inside Say that she done tryna trust these lies But she love me 100 times But she love me 100 times

Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- Check it, don't disturb me at my place of work Labels on my nerves, up in my face, I'm tryna lay my verse Bakin' wit' your bird, I'm takin' Stacy for a late dessert Babe, I got it patterned, safe to say I got my space reserved (Uh) You want paper? Where's the paper work Me, I'm making plays, I make mistakes, that's what it takes to learn I'm coming out my cage and you need to pay to see my face emerge Crazy, baby, Aitch, I got your mother tryna take a turn Yo, just say the word and we can make it work Chasin' what I've earned, shit on my haters so it makes it burn Make 'em catch the worm, turn up the base and watch the wave I surf Take me for a pagan, now you're safe, look how the tables turn I love the game but I hate it same way And you love to hate Aitch but you ain't made a day's pay My opinion's not changing, I can't rate what they say I'm a spitter, I don't need a big hook like Dave Hay (Ahh) Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with leng Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench (Ahh) Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- (Ooh) Check the drip, this the Manny way, bitch Word to Rick, burn a spliff cah mi affi stay lit Broski said he local so the package came quick I know it's up to good standards, didn't have to weigh shit (Hahaha) Ask me for my number, you'll get swerved, we don't need to talk Call me bougie, all you like but what d'ya need it for? Like, would you really pick me up if you had seen me fall? No, so we can have a conversation but just keep it short Kettle freezin' and there's still no ice You could have the biggest bum, but no, I still won't like Listen, baby, I ain't tryna kill no vibe But it feels so wrong when you tell me it feels so right Jump in the whip fast, dig that Pulled the stick back, shit, that's a got whip lash Pray there's not a flash when I flip past Quick, I've gotta dip, big stacks in a zip bag (What?) Shit's mad, a man will change for some quick cash Gotta think fast and watch who you trust, big man (Trust) Sit back and just laugh 'cause it's big cap Bill it, sip yac, live your life and get lit fam Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with leng Gucci on my ends M-O-S-T-O-N From the lane to the ave Couple friends in the trench (Ahh) Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- (Ooh)

Sticky Put me off WhyJay (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 (woo) Shit ain't ever easy, had to wait for my plate Hella promises were made but man, they're blatantly fake Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game Now the radio plays, I 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 key ring (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 junga in the UK, give a fuck what you say They was poppin' back then, cuzzy it's a new day Rapping 'bout a MAC-10, you're thirty, it's too late Running up your gums, you're not worthy, it's too fake, huh Choppin' rhythms up with YJ, gotta whip a new tape Blockin' women out my life, yeah, I ain't got time for you, babe Box of liquor on my ride, tryna find a new wave Call the driver, run outside and get inside the new shape 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 bitch 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 shit One step, two step, kill a rapper, who's next? Pussy, I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexxed 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 fuck have you been? Beat the odds, I've got the haters, every point got proven Let me in and now they sit because your boys a nuisance Take the piss a little bit, but you can't knock the movement Mum and dad are happy shit be taking off And they ain't gotta 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 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 shit be flamin' hot Sick of celebrating, all they hear this year was taking shots 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 fuck about, I swear I'll pull the shutters down You're lucky if I take a break, you're fucked 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 cushion cookie got me buggin' out Why the men pretending like they're fucking with a kid? Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch I got love for everyone but trusting them's a myth Live your life upon, and you tie the pussy often haha

Whoa Kenny! Pull it back, I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past, yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track (Pussies) Rest in Peace to set man 'cause they're dead to me Ask me for a bring in but don't check for me Now man are in my DM's tryna lecture me 'Bout how they can't see me in the Vex with me Coming from a place where you get one shot Make it out or you blast a one pop Man start moving shady if it's on top Pray for all my brothers, free my dons locked Used to have a point to prove Now I'm just a noisy youth Tell your little bitch to give a 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 Pull it back, I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past, yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track (Pussies) 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 AF-1's Said the cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent Swear they hate me on the day because the papers long But prick you're paying me my wages when you play the songs Take a flight, I'm going out of the estates Just landed in L.A with 50,000 in my case Man had to catch the hands for getting rowdy in my face Now I'm a bigger man, I just get out and walk away Pull it back, I make it clap Fucking up the map Got me fillin' up the MAC Shit the studio my trap Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak I forgot my past, yeah I can barely hold a chat Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track (Pussies)