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Sumn New (feat. Jae Cross)

by Urban Massacre

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Let's take it to the stage, sucka Never lose my cool, frozen shines and chill wine The life of a star recorded in real time Red carpets make accounts for millions Now when I pull up and park, the wheels shine Rollie on my forearm, costs about a digit And somehow without a deal, I still manage to get it Shout out to Pucci, the dime, my CEO is locked in prison So I vote his vote for you and think about you while I sip it Can't take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen My mama told me, don't trust no bitches So I could really never be in love with those bitches I really understand the point of cuffing those bitches Pop another bottle of this white Remy Pour it on these trippers, baby, I don't even like Remy Can I get a light? Excuse me, can I get a lap dance This is something new for all my real true rap fans This is something new, this is something new for me New car smelling like new money 502 to the 213 Millionaire paper, baby, this is something new This is something new for me New car smelling like new money 502 to the 213 Millionaire paper, baby, this is something new Now I can leave a tip for your wife Nah, I ain't tricking, I just tell her go and get her something nice Drop a couple hundreds on the dressing kite Made up my mind to be a pimp for the rest of my life Wasn't sworn in it, I was born in it I was gonna lay down for the rest of this flight Soon as I touch down, checking in like knights Shout out to Zopan for a different price This shit is no game I set your block on fire like propane Make you kill yourself, Kurt Cobain While I just keep on pushing this pure cocaine Through the city in a Subaru with no brain College bitch at the glass, give me slow brain While I drive as I swerve in the old lane Dope gang money, now I'm rapping food I swear it couldn't get no better Cause this is something new This is something new This is something new for me New car smelling like new money 502 to the 213 Millionaire paper, baby, this is something new This is something new for me New car smelling like new money 502 to the 213 Millionaire paper, baby, this is something new This is something new

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