Lyrics:
yeah
It's a brand new me
So come put the world in the palm of my hand
Aw damn
I pull, I pull up in a Lotus
Cuz I'm about to blow this little popsicle
could use a little-pick-me-up
Maybe just a tiny taste of some of that name-brand stuff
It's the remedy for popsicle delusion
With just a touch
I want it all, brand new socks and draws
And a bitch so bad you don't see all the flaws
A two door that go vrmm every time you hit the pedal
You
me the brand's us
Strange music
The game shoot this right at the fakers
The game stupid with the claim
You can flip the change and name usage
Put some ice on my neck
Put a brick in your mans
I'm representing a brand
I'm representing some gang
They want me dead they got plans
Niggas
She got a nigga talkin' nasty on a mobile phone
I hopped out lookin' splashy in my Kobe Foam (so fly)
Brand New, athletic feet wear (and)
Brand New car,
showing they titties
I take a flight every other day in a brand new city, I'm going missing
Fucked her once, now, I think I miss her
Talking about
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Put a brick on my wrist, put a brick on your mans
I'm representing the brand
used to fuck with the triple, coconut popsicles
Been tellin' time on the grind, but never got caught in the pickel
My doctor say I drank too much,
found it, though
Because this love is so non-desirable, oh
I'm from where too many lives twenty-five years or fewer
Nothing we receive is brand new,
And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
See your name is ambiguity
My name is something hands can't hold
But hearts part oceanscapes just
rich
I just got rich
Brand new Gucci a brand new chick
I got come money its all on my seat
And i just drop thousands all over my wrist
Shout out to my
I know a man
Who lives in his dreams
Popsicle fairylands
And chocolate submarines
He keeps holding on to that dog by the tale
But there's no point
Run it back, make that flip
Brand new bag, unzip that
Louis belt on my hip
Frost all 'round my wrist fat
Alpha Gang, we all move M's
You can't touch
a goddamn baby, okay
Coupe is a brand new Bentley
cin't shit over 'til the fat old lady sings
My whole damn life, I ain't seen shit
But my blower got a sight,
Lets see those moves, c'mon!
For the brand new direction on the compass rose
Try following the path of the yellow brick
Cross the zebra track down
move (bags)
Look now, cash rules (cash)
Makin' that, makin' that bag move (racks)
Ice my neck, popsicle
With a big old, big old pistol (big strap)
to understand
Just sunlight on a freckled face
And everything in its right place
Simple things turn magical
Minutes freeze like Popsicles
And drip their seconds
get all the dessert in the cart
I'm only
One girlfriend with a lot more to do than finding dollar bills and popsicles
To melt after school
I wanna
hockey card
You were my smokey little bar
You were my cherry popsicle
You'll never ever know
I was so in love I had lost myself
I was so far
evolve
Get in my cup then dissolve
Ride on my dick like seesaw
Damnit I feel like I'm on aye
I don't know why
Damnit I stink I float by
Brand new bitch
When everything's gray
My windows down in a brand new car
My phone goin' off when you're too far
My popsicle on a really hot day
The syrup
come for me, I'll blow this Popsicle stand
Desecrate your vows over a change in the brand
In the city where we fostered Rodney and Dorner
In the city
Now i got the god power. Go and ask a reverend
When comes to the bars nigga, impossible
Crazy how I melt on a track, no popsicle
Stay blowing niggas
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