New Shit (feat. T-James)

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Suroh

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Cause I ain't ever gonna slip, nah
Always gotta bag to flip, yah
Looking clean up in my fit
She put me on in the whip
Yeah we be on that new shit, ahh
I ain't ever gonna slip, nah
Always gotta bag to flip, yah
Looking clean up in my fit
She put me on in the whip
Yeah we be on that new shit, ahh
Never gonna trip
Man I gotta gift
Jump in the pit and
Gotta do a flip
Never gonna quit
Always gonna stick
Get out the phones
My moves are meant for flicks
We're workin on the double
I don't look for a rebuttal
Cause I'm gifted, I'm on shuffle, uhh
I just flew into LA
I don't care if I'm there late
I just bounce off in a gifted way
Back and forth from place to place
Gotta view like outter space
Not accustomed and I'm amazed
Let's not pretend
That you not convinced
I hit em' with the shit it's not defense
They start repents
Start followings
I'm never gonna quit, won't botch the biz
The fucking lord
I'm not a prince
I wipe the floor
With Prada prints
Turn my slums
Into fun
I just make it my own
I just make it my home
And when they ask
Who is that
Yeah you tell em' who on
Yeah that's T and Suroh
Cause I ain't ever gonna slip nah
Always gotta bag to flip yah
Looking clean up in my fit
She put me on in the whip
Cause we be on that new shit yeah
I ain't ever gonna slip
Always gotta bag to flip
Looking clean up in my fit
She put me on in the whip
Cause we be on that new shit yeah
Who knew
T-james was coming with a bit of that new new
Makin bops like little bunny foo foo
Tryna make a little money too oo
Coo coo
Nobody can match the value, look
If we talking 'bout rapping
Lemme tap in
I could write a how to book
Only goal
Besides the dough is to make all those
Who doubt you shook
And f*ck hoes
Don't need none of those
How bout just gimme a gal who cook
That's a nod to em'
Let's not pretend
I don't got the pen
That'll rock events
To get there I'd hop the fence
Looking like I'm running from the cops again
Never cold feet got moccasins
T you been listening to Pac again
If you can't see the vision get a propa lens
Need the ends, ain't talking sense
They call me big poppa when
They see the MC's that I'm fathering
Rolling with Sue
You can talk to him
We throwing up an L when we got the win
Turn my slums
Into fun
I just make it my own
I just make it my home
And when you they ask
Who is that
Yeah you tell em' who on
Yeah, that's T and Suroh

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