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letra de newbie - bryson tiller

[verse]
the new n-gga, where the f-ck did he come from?
i got all these n-ggas shocked, stun gun
and that will never be a n-gga i run from
p-ssy speed dial 9-1-1
i walk around with my chin up
fresh and cold its winter
neck fill with more juice than a f-cking bar mitzvah
that’s what i deserve, i be riding round in that hertz
cause a n-gga tryin’ to k!ll me i will f-ck around and whack him first
and that’s when she dissed me and i saw your girlfriend me
she know i ain’t done she but that b-tch still trying to quench me
i’m hungry i eat his beef, that’s just my k!ller instinct
bars on bars on bars i lock you n-ggas up i got it easy
this n-gga he mad at, this n-gga i swear
all the n-ggas that’s f-ggots, the jewelry they be wearin’ huh
good start the whip, now i’m ridin’ in the caucus
fresh hat above my head, now i’m thinking are these
i’m rollin’ with some barby hoes
they let me whip cardio
i drive these b-tches crazy tho, till i f-ck the hoe
she spiderman, she said she don’t want me to fire in
she told you that she only like girls, n-gga try again
exception for to night she gonna pop it for the new dew
kicks, smash,my polo, i had to cop him boo hoo
tell the hoes when they on me, their legs gonna be choo choo
i’m crazy cookoo, but maybe i’m like “cookoo”
new rooms, my game, never changes
my hoes be light skin, my phone book “yellow pages”
that was crazy, she black and white immigration
she goes to south america she gonna rock in venezuela
i’m new, i’m sick, my crib should be an incubator
my flow gonna incinerate ya, make you box incinerate ya
i’m in the building, in the ‘vator
i will not befriend a hater
f-ck the world, in a trader
life’s a b-tch, insinuate ya
all you n-ggas jealous, they still running on the track, but
in person you out of breath, like you just did a hundred laps n-gga
n-gga, i can do a hundred reps in one night b-tch i miss it cause
slidin’ down your chimney, and i go get your love
i wouldn’t get involved cause that could be your last hoe
if these whack n-ggas don’t leave i got my lysol
n-ggas don’t need to ask ya know so
these n-ggas make it rain over and over, snow globe
ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, hold up
at least i k!ll these poachers. i don’t give a d-mn
can’t n0body broke my vault up
put your head in a briefcase and my your business sh-t
my momma told you to mind your d-mn motherf-ckin’ business, b-tch, tomorrow when i wanna see your drank
i think i’m gonna finish it
tonight when we s-xting, you gonna think i invented it
b-tch, i’m making bangers for the industry
tell somebody f-ck with me
tell somebody ain’t n0body can f-ck with me
i’m too cold

- bryson tiller

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