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• Artiste: AJ Tracey
• Titre: Anxious
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Let's go, yeah If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with I run this London town, got smoke, we double down And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round I smash the radio, my ragers underground I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down Yeah, I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it's crazy (Drizzy) Taxman on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I'm Swayze I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (Bling, bow) My drink is super strong, I'm blessed, I can't be wrong (I can't) And now my niggas rap, I'm learning all their songs (That's true) We got glizzy close, you think I'm lyin' too (I'm not) When I'm outside, approach, my broski flying too AJ Tracey's such a dickhead, all he do is boast (Why's that?) He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (Facts) I just wanted selfies, but I couldn't get in close (Why?) When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with I run this London town, got smoke, we double down And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round I smash the radio, my ragers underground I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence I shot 1942 and fuck the consequence (Woo) When I reach levels that I want, they'll build me monuments And don't ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there's no documents This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci) I don't panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (We got it) Five top tens ago my people asked me "Where's the hit?" Now every quarter I drop songs that could've won a BRIT I smell like oud, babe, you know this one's Saudi I'm in 1OAK gangin', locals know I'm clouty (Yeah) I'm recession proof, I'll run it up, so please don't doubt me Rolex said they're getting new gems set in, so they'll shout me If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with I run this London town, got smoke, we double down And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round I smash the radio, my ragers underground I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down