Ei8ht Mile (Explicit) - DigDat/Aitch

Lyrics by：DigDat/Aitch

Composed by：DigDat/Aitch

Whyjay

I love chris rich

Yo I don't really f**k with the trap like that

But the income coming in fast yeah

Never had one grand to my name

Left work same year made money off rap

When I sit back think life changed

Same way I'm still aitch that's nuttin' but facts

Put my money in bricks not c*****e ones

Young boss man's juggling gaffs

Talk like you're bad and you shoot like kobe

'Til you get left scarface like tony jheez

Lyin' he weren't ever on like iwobi

I'm richer than all them opps ask sony ask them

Still washin' up white like persil

Then I put it in a zip bag like virgil bag it

When I was on the wing like ozil

Bangin' my door like my house got burgled

Yeah cash in the bag got a big one

Count four scores then I fold the fifth one

Quick ten more flick through that's a quid gone

Five more less splash that it got dripped on like

Digdat digdat digdat digdat

Digdat know what my name is

Buss down two tone thought it was stainless buss down

Gave fifty bags to my jeweller

I can't take no days off like bueller

Never been shot but never been gunman

Never made gun bang

But I'll still punch man wha'

Hop off the plane got me doin' up sun tan

Gyal on the kid truss 'nuff of them love man

Catch air I ain't doin' no average

Man gotta go bro make a pack backflip

G2 sick on the pitch they matchfit

Come through dick up your b***h no rampin'

She got a man call me when you're horny

Tell a boy 'shut up' like it was stormzy shut up

And if I get booked for giggs

Then I make s spray it cah man don't care

Ay bring that

Fans think that I gon' clear

But I'm still in my trackie and black moncler

Back then I had bands in my shoebox

Mad how now I get it all in credit money

Gyal all sprung when they saw us

Hop out the tour bus come in and shell it shell it

And that gyal said she adore us

Bussin' it for us tell her don't beg it

In the studio gotta wake more up

Bill up and pour up f**k it let's get it

Got groupies showin' man more love

But I get bored 'cause it's nuttin' impressive like

Run t'ru shanequa and ayesha

Both upset now they move excessive

Need me a link but who can I message

When I got ex one's doin' obsessive how

Got a big back like kim not slim

And you always come nice you're good yeah

But if I get a drop on them

Then we leave that red when we ride in hoods

Three and a half racks in louis I paid in cash

F**k it I made it back wha'

Big bro's plugs are bald and got a moustache

Breaking bad

Had a whip got chased in that

So they put him on a ban now he's takin' cabs

Runnin' late to the stage it's mad

Wait one sec bro let me take this snap

And when I'm in gucci tex'in my stylist

Like I gotta make sure I fit them sizes get that

Twenty-eight bags for my day-date

Kk under a box like aj boy

Got a spin ting no beyblade

Pray they don't lock me up like tay-k

Bro's in the can like ka

But I might catch me a flight go j

Fly boy make a g5 look basic skrrt

Lost count how many flights we've taken

Done with the planes man I need me spaceship

Done with the waves man I need me main chick uhh

Two cups both filled up with henny

I'm charged up and ready I'm finna get shelly uh

Blowin' on cali this zobbie too smelly

Got ash on my jacket I'm pissed off already

Like five in the mornin' had no sleep

And I'm still here tryna get a hold

Of the w**d man brr

Peng tings blush when they see man

Wanna take pics when they meet man move

Told that b***h please stay out the way

No I ain't gonna beat but my G can

Told that b***h please stay out the way

No I ain't gonna beat but my G can

I love chris rich

Whyjay