Lyrics:
about ripping the mic with my own sound
With my own sound, so I tried to write rhymes
Something' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice, that
I'm original I'm original
Head to my toes
Yea
Grew up in New Orleans in apartments
Lost a lot of homies they in a coffin
N****s try to rob me they want
tag
She bust out the scene
Rocking new jeans
Her drip is eye candy she just like to Be seen
She finds it so handy what it's like to Be a queen
Wardrobe
the stores with heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught
And we gon' stay
INTRO
Doublestar the Hottest Producer
ye ye ye ye yeh ye
Doublestar, New Life Music
VERSE ONE
They are trying me, they wanna fall me
My Accounti
Goyard oh, pick out what you want
Hermès oh, pick out what you want
New Chanel oh, pick out what you want
Poppin' tags, I been poppin' tags (808
original
Ekittone original
Original original
I do not care what they say
Abogezi baleeta n'emizze
Nothing can really beat the feeling of sleeping with your
it is so good
Good
Honey, you got me feelin' brand new
You got me feelin' brand new
Like the tag's still on me
Got the tags still on me
Jumpin'
Christ did
Yo
Ride around with the shooters
Like the coupe I'm ruthless
I don't want no new friends
I think all of y'all are judas
For the right price
Here’s what I got, here’s what I got
Yeah, supernatural
The new original
I am the new
The new OG
I am the new
The new OG
Can’t do what I do
A brand new me
the lights, taken to dizzy new heights
Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
Dizzy new heights
Has it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh
Original
the lights, taken to dizzy new heights
Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
Dizzy new heights
Has it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh
Original
shit together
Badman
Guerilla Blacks comes from Compton
And Beenie Man is a Jamaican
Sending my message across the nation
'Cause I'm original
I was sittin' home on the west end
Watchin' cable tv with a female friend
We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess
The poor and the hungry,
You know it smells like shit, Goddamn
Tag Team the Double Header
Son of Sam, fire always makes it better
Navigate with style and aplomb
'Cause
Brand new moves
Brand new brand new shoes
Brand new brand new jewels
Brand new tags (Yeah)
Brand new this
Brand new brand new that
Brand new what?
I'm an Afronaut, I'm the original traveller, and unraveller
of all mysteries, I touched the world like a child plays tag
Speak the code then depart upon
the scholars
And that's why she fuck with the ballers
The hoe came through with the brand new swag
Replica gats with the brand new tags
Rick Owens shorts
Rick
Oh dis shit getting spiritual
Oh dis shit getting spiritual
Chorus
Gotta put it in sport can't do original
Imma do the whole dash if it's digital
make the girl them rock and come in
Put the blame pon me when him cant make views
Tag on my name and spread fake news
Call me a little boy but me make
(Come on)
The simple recipe to get the best of me
Homegrown ingredients, that's what made you mess with me
In the first place (place), 'cause
Tag tag tag every day check me out
And then all of a sudden haven’t heard about
Went from every single day
To only just once
Girl I really don’t get
bad girl thing
Fine girl am in love wirh your big thing
With the original bad girl thing
Baby girl am on my new look
With my original bad man thing
Baby
Tune in
For that old original raw shit, it's authentic
Want more, bet it's off limits
Staring at me with that face of death
Fall
For this old
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