Letra de ROOM 44 - Aitch

Floor four

Yeah

Still C2H, but I'm never home

'Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit

Fuck the clout, I'm already known

Might fly habibi dubs on some heavy bone shit

Stacked up, spent it on the ride

Try pulling up flexing with your guys, that's some any old whip

I ain't counting up this bread alone

Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

I ain't counting favours, if I did, you'd probably owe me one

Hold a bomb for thinking you control me or the dough I'm on

Brothers acting weird like it is me or just the snow you're on?

Focus on yourself instead of scrolling till the hoes are gone

You ain't seen the best parts, the Dutchie like Edgar

Oral in the morning, that's a head start

Wear the creps, but you won't step far

Can't take shots if you won't make it to the next bar, bitch

Out the way, I just been keeping to myself

Figured everyone needs me, but I don't need nobody's help

Kept a couple dusty items, had to clean 'em off the shelf

If I speak my mind, then pussies gonna feel how I felt

Fuck what happens next 'cause I done bits

Learnt a whole lot, I still don't know what trust is

People only wanna come around if it's funded

So I only give a fuck about who lives at mum's crib, real talk

'Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit

Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

Hit me on the telephone, the iPhone's hot

The line don't stop, them guys on some micro guap

Had the YGs spinning like a vinyl shop

Going house hunting, I ain't tryna find no opps

Shellyanne a heavyweight, go and check the resume

Shawty make it elevate, she blow it, then I detonate

Tripping like she Ella, baby, hit me with a serenade

Sweeter then some jelly, Cali rocket and a lemonade

Towel by the door in the hotel

Shower on, let the steam out so there ain't no smell

Shit, if it don't get you high, then it won't sell

Crazy, every time I touch down, I feel like Odell

Can't stand the fake shit

Blagging that we're mates and pretending that you're paid shit

I don't give a fuck about the paper, I'm just proud of myself

I only put it in the song so you stop doubting yourself

Like if I could make a milli', you could probably make two

All this hating on me ain't gonna help you break through, pussy

Now they're stressing 'cause Aitch in the door

I won't say nothing more, this is straight from the 4

Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

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