Headie One – Ain't It Different (feat. AJ Tracey, Stormzy &

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Ain't It Different

Headie One (feat. AJ Tracey, Stormzy & Luciano)

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"Ain't It Different." - Headie One (feat. AJ Tracey, Stormzy & Luciano)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 01:19 pm

Album: Ain't It Different (feat. AJ Tracey, Stormzy & Luciano) - Single

Track No: 01

Baby, are you up for this?
Are you ready for the bump and grind?
Baby, are you up for this?
Baby, are you up for this?
Ain't it different? I link my ting in LA
Why I can't fly to the States? 'Cause I got too much convictions
Apparently all I talk is prison, but I don't know no different
(No?) 'Cause I was in jail up north, runnin' another coalition
(Baby, are you up for this?)
Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it
I put some roses where my wrist is
You ain't never made a birthday cake from digestive biscuits
(Baby, are you up for this?)
Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test
Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness
Come home, fresh out the system, gymnast
Rollin' with smoke on my jones
Pigs want all their camera on me, not a one from Dipset
I still can't mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess
I come a long way from broke days
I got to work and fixed it
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Ain't it different?
Kopf ist immer noch prison
Heut on top, doch immer noch block, mein herz vergessen
Diamonds dancin', wenn du mich siehst, noch immer noch filme
She know my voice, guck, big butt gyal macht, bro, I'm winnin'
Foreign cars, wrumm, kickdown richtung hölle
Dopeboy kriegt ein'n schuss, pfuh, black Glock, my bro ain't different
Talkin' about nicht anders, doch im ghost, ja
Beverly stars, diamond grillz, doch, bro, ain't different
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Ain't it different? Spent like ten years grindin'
Covered in diamonds, never been minin'
Came through, man's still shinin'
'Cause I was Homeford House with the pack
And now I'm in Dubai, limin'
Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timing
The new whip's white on white, peanut butter, rose gold lining
You can catch me in central
Car so dumb, when I press this button, it's gone, I don't do rentals
Air 1s fresher than menthol
I don't wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks ain't gentle
Summertime shootouts, big-big loot-outs
Get corn stuck in you dental
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight (Ay, ay)
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Ain't it different? When I first stepped in the game
Man tried leech on my name
Now they wanna act all distant
Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens
It's good it's not back in the day
Woulda got you so wrapped on Clifton
I don't really take no checks, I'll warn you
And I don't do threats, I'm cordial
I don't even snap on the jet, it's normal
Black tie, but I'm dressed informal
Like the boys from East, I'm nasty
Don't do drip, I still stay classy
You wanna know? Then ask me, easy
Baby, are you up for this?
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you up for this? (Ain't it different?)
I am feeling hot tonight
Ready for the bump and grind
Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah
Baby, are you?
Baby, are you?
Baby, are you?
Baby, are you?

Writer(s): AJ Tracey, Irving Adjei, Michael Omari, Toddla T, Camille Purcell, Fred Gibson, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Michael Balzary, John Frusciante, Marion Hall, Gary Jackson & Steven Marsden.

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