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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
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