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new money - slayter lyrics

mind so dark got the car on park
the four-five gone bark ain’t no back and forth
vacuum seal the pack send it to new york
i say f-ck the judge i ain’t go to court
when it come to trap treat it like a sport
i was ye high when i jumped the porched
i hopped into the porsche
360 them revolving doors
talking crazy like f-ck the chorus
run your city like a f-cking tourist
we the ones to survive the storm
like this watch, so i chopped his arm
make him snooze, like we hit the alarm
my b-tch trying to make a p-rn
new head, now the b-tch is blonde
look away, now your b-tch is gone
maison margiela my watch and my sneakers
i hit the b-tch, tell her a la vista
i’m sipping on easter
we said it off like queen latifa
i was outside, you was playing fifa
now a days i really ain’t doing features
my b-tch is bi, i’m going to the b-tch make eat you
trust him and n-gg- like f-cking batistsa
new money who this
i’m a teach these n-gg-s how to do it
might as well say you my students
b-tch you dumb is you stupid
she wants to have s-x to my music
i hit her from the back, she says it’s therapeutic
she says her ex is a lame she sees him last week
he was driving a buick
got backwoods, fronto leaf, chop it down
smoke a tree, overseas, kissing b-tches
double cheek, double tree, matches me
crashing b-tches leave them on the seats
pop molly i’m about to geek
k!ll a n-gg- mission complete
i’m too street for the industry
i’m too player for a groupie hoe
f-ck a b-tch at the studio

had her sippin don julio
she says she don’t chase liquor
had her hanging on my f-cking zipper
when i’m done, i p-ss her p-ss to my n-gg-
switch up who with it
i know this b-tch with it
told her let get it
i’m a grab her t-tty
hold up a little b-tch
you going to give me a minute
i’m a hit him off like i’m mother f-cking dennis
driving them foreign, them b-tches is running
fresh in the drugs, i know they’re fronting
my pinky ran that sh-t look like a funyuns
she wants to work out, i took her to run yea
if you want beef, tell that n-gg- let you run it
i promise you he won’t make it past the summer
new money who this
i’m a teach these n-gg-s how to do it
might as well say you my students
b-tch you dumb is you stupid
she wants to have s-x to my music
i hit her from the back, she says it therapeutic
she says her ex is a lame she sees him last week
he was driving a buick

- slayter lyrics

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