Aitch takes us on a wild ride through his lavish lifestyle and romantic escapades. He’s living large, jetting off to Dubai and America, while juggling late-night rendezvous with beautiful women. The lyrics paint a picture of indulgence, from luxurious shopping sprees to intimate moments in the back seat of his Benz. Aitch's confident swagger is evident as he boasts about his success and charm, all while keeping things playful and cheeky. Beneath the bravado, there's a hint of longing for genuine connection amidst the whirlwind of fame and fortune.
The Palm
Lyrics
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night
Yo, my baby, she a baddie, got some hips like Shakira
Fuck around, flew her to Jumeirah (la-la-la-la, Dubai)
Told me she weren't tryna fuck on the first night
But, babe, you shoulda said it clearer, yeah (la-la-la-la, la-la)
I'll be 45 minutes on the M way
She told me, "Text me when you're nearer" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
When I land, you know she screamin' down the whole place
Must be deaf if you can't hear her (ah)
Double my age, you know she call me Baby Aitch
But there ain't nothin' baby 'bout it when you look below the waist (whoa)
Skinny brother, but I love me loads of cake
And all the pussy I've been eatin' got me feeling overweight
Nothin' but pinkies in my stack
No bullets, just riddims in the MAC, yeah
Louis duffel, tell 'em fill it up with cash
No brothers, just women in the gaff (ah)
Take time, take time
You've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (la-la-la-la)
FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night
Baby, pull your panties to the side
Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah (la-la-la-la)
So freaky, you a baddie in disguise
Took her home, she gettin' nasty in the ride
Got the world in my palm, brought some girls to the Palm
Try say they ain't down, but I'm certain they are
With some loose white brothers, pullin' birds at the bar
On a last minute ting, they call me Fergie, you know?
Grab it and slap it, one baddie from Paris
Back it out, she can't hack it, said I'm taller in person
She ain't been Manny, so I told her, "Get packin'"
Hit the mall with few bags and spend it all cause she worth it
Pull up in a Benzo truck
Come here closer, tell her friends don't look
She wanna roll because she knows I'm from the 016
And she just want that ghetto love
Nothin' but pinkies in my stack
Won't whip it 'less its digi on the dash, yeah (s-s-s-s-skrrt)
I swear the girl was so pretty in the face
But on God, I hit it different from the back (ah)
Take time, take time
You've made yours, I'm just tryna make mine (la-la-la-la)
FaceTime, FaceTime, she comin' over, it's another late night
Baby, pull your panties to the side
Baby, pull your panties to the side, yeah (la-la-la-la)
So freaky, you a baddie in disguise
Took her home, she gettin' nasty in the ride
La-la-la-la
Yo, my bad, I've literally just got off the flight from Dubai now
Goin' to America
I don't care, I hope you stay there, stay there
That's not nice
Well, it's not like I see you in this country anyway, so do you know what I mean?
It's-, I thought you're goin' Australia as well, when is that?
July
'Kay, well, whatever
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones, Jacob Oliver Manson, Taras Slusarenko
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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