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it's on

The coupe, isn't brand new but shiny I like the paint black
This bitch, just kissed on my face and asked me to buy her a bag
This dude, just

ain't no comparison 
I'm name brand to your knock off 
Home cooked to your store bought 
I'm dripping sauce and you're not  
Better than me so please stop

bitch got a friend and I know that she feelin' me
Yeah, they all like yeah
Give me your hand
Rockin' your brand
I'll give you the world if you gave me

ain't mean to ghost you like I'm, like I'm, like I'm Casper
I'm lappin these niggas like a NASCAR And yo bitch fuck with the brand, she a mascot
She way

feels like yesterday
We were in love the same
When I'm hurt I make it rain
Then I sit in the rain
In designer, brand new chain
I don't really understand

fucking bands
I need a brand new coupe to skrt
I don't do friends I just want money
I stay true to verse
I'm the topic of discussion
I just
Give his funeral

up gold came from the west side
Making up shit can't choose no lie
Martin dream
Martin dreams on my side
All i really wanted is a brand new body
All

dey do me like you
Never seen a woman wey dey trеat me like you
Nevеr gon lie, all my feelings on you
Every time I see you, make me feel brand new
Never

what?
I done did a whole lot of things I cant even discuss
This real gold in my ring. The shit on my finger won't rust
Brand new Patek Philippe rose gold

friends, you dont fit with the trends
Hop out out a brand new Lamborghini or a benz truck
She gon play no games with when she sees that my bag up
She aint

they get compared to
Hardly appear, so it's runner-up anthem
Nah I'm here, and I don't trust that brand of
Thinking there so it's fuck that anthem (and

real I don't need to pay another bill
I'm so sick you gotta pray me to live
I wanna sign a deal
You know i really want a brand new crib
I'm on my wings I

you know rappin' the alphabet
My game go long for me, that's no sweat
I jump in the coupe, that's a brand new Vette
When I'm walkin' in the hood, I

Perpetratin' without an excuse
Don't wanna get loose, yeah knockin' at my door
I ain't gon' lie man the pussy exquisite
Couple of brand deals, met the devil in

growing up up
I ain't waiting for nobody
If he toxic bitch I'm slutty
Fuck in the backseat of the Cherokee
He wearing my brand he a wannabe
Bitches can't be

brand new man I'm really impressed
Lord I gotta find a way
A way to your heart
You picked me up and saved me I was chose from the start
Yea life can be

reach
Like Jordan, i'm high and damn near walked in the sky
I hit up Chilly to get me some pieces
And I'm trying to cop me some brand new Mcfly
I got

keeping it open
Im not too sure what you
Suppose that we do
I just hope coming back
We don't start actin
Completely brand new
Can we not forget about us?

a thousand
In case you was counting
It's Mr. Calvin, Mr. Brand new album
Got these niggas bouncing
It's Mr. Calvin, if you used to doubt him
You can't be

And you far from home
Your Kids are growing on the phone
Gotta hit the zone
Gotta make plan gotta make stand be a man gotta make em see the brand
I believe

hella fans
Outside I got hella fans
Like a phone line we got a plan
Always had my own brand
Niggas on ig thinking it's cool
Postin they self, popping

see me bleed, no I could never let up
Brand new whip, no keys, now they see me doing better
I just pulled up with the gang, first day in L.A.
I was

nobody
All y'all hoes so stoddy
Just give me top and a high
Brand so good, make that bitch retire
She ain't send a bitch, she lyin
Heard she was a type

Thank You

Earl Van Dyke

The Earl of Funk

1970

For waking me up and starting me on my way
For letting me see the dawning of a brand-new day
I wanna thank you, for all that you've done for me