Lyrics:
wids a catfish
Roka brunch in some Lanvins
Black top eating Black cod Check my adlibs
Brand new whip but I cabbed it
When you're looking at me know
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Submission by the Spirit
Which Philemon did
Look at how good God is
Jesus we owe you
And it's so true
You gave your life so we can be brand new
And now we know
going underground...
(repeat chorus)
(paul Weller)
Dipping in my bread new whip
Trying to get a brand new bitch
Stay fresh in my brand new fit
While them niggaz hating like He on some brand new
Brand new AK, all black (uh huh)
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped (shit)
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit Kat (oh)
Hope you pussy niggas get mad (mad)
Just buy a brand new whip
Loud got a brand new zip
Grown I am not no jit
With the same ain't no brand new clique
I need a brand new stick
Life too
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
by any means
I got a pocketfull of dreams
Baby i’m from new york
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
Now you’re in
realize that you ain't got no joy
Like a new toy, this Earth will play with your feels boy
On a mission, I'm deployed, help you avoid death like a decoy
Owned by money
Controlled by money
Owned by money
Controlled by
You want a brand new ring
Like pinky and the brain
Money ain't a thing
Money ain't
woke up
Feeling brand new, I jumped up
Feeling my highs (yeah) and my lows (yeah)
In my soul (yeah) and my goals
Just to stop smokin', and stop
woke up
Feeling brand new, I jumped up
Feeling my highs (yeah) and my lows (yeah)
In my soul (yeah) and my goals
Just to stop smokin', and stop
throw IG
They at the crib in the hot tub
Try new tricks on me
I know they sick of me, mayne
Me and my niggas made history, mayne
Came out the hood
straight for ATL
Screamin' fuck what you claiming
Actin wit the brand new mack
Brand new glasses all my niggaz ???
I'm a gambler I'll handle ya
Hold the dice
and hurry down the chimney tonight
Lemme tell you what I really want
A brand new sports car
A les Paul guitar
An autograph from markiplier
A shiny toy robot
the car lot, got a new toy (skrrt)
I got a backpack full of blue boys (stacks)
On the way to Eliantte in New York (ice)
Man, I got a trunk full of blue
The environment too
It makes fantastic things from trash
To a recycling tune
We love recycling, it's so exciting
It turns broken toys and trash into brand new
lanes this ain’t wal mart
In my section where the thots are
She says she wanna see my cock hard
I whip my sword out I’m like en garde
And I’m brand new
rockin' side to side to the beat (beat)
Snappin' they fingers (fingers), bouncin' to the groove (groove)
All by they self (self), that's the new move
rockin' side to side to the beat (beat)
Snappin' they fingers (fingers), bouncin' to the groove (groove)
All by they self (self), that's the new move
Welcoming you to my brand new toy line
Feel the DJ drop the beat
And I'ma bless this shit like a corrupted priest
Went war to the core screaming fuck
curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30, you heard me?
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my
DY Krazy
Uh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap,
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