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letra de brand new blues - luh tyler

[intro]
yeah, n-gga, ayy
phew, phew, phew
uh, n-gga, uh, yeah, ayy
yeah, let’s go

[chorus]
i think i’m addicted to this cash, i’m runnin’ through this guap (through this guap, n-gga, yeah)
i’ma just keep snappin’ for the fans, they waitin’ on me to drop (me to drop, n-gga, yeah)
i told you i don’t need no pen and pad, i’m comin’ off my top (off my top)
ayy, these n-ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, man, that sh-t gotta stop (it gotta stop, n-gga, yeah)
these n-ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, like, what the f-ck you on? (what you on? yeah)
don’t need no finger, b-tch, i’m still gon’ snap and that’s on any song (any song, n-gga, yeah)
i see you broke as f-ck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (you movin’ wrong, n-gga, ayy)
i’m chasin’ racks, b-tch, i been catchin’ flights, i can’t pick up the phone (pick up the phone, n-gga, yeah)

[verse]
we on thе way, yeah, we gon’ hit the top, b-tch, i alrеady knew it (already knew it)
see that n-gga ran him up some guap and he already blew it (already blew it, yeah)
n-gga, i be chasin’ after loot, yeah, i be runnin’ to it (runnin’ to it)
i just woke up to some brand new blues, i’m in here thumbin’ through it (n-gga, i’m thumbin’ through it)
woke up and i put that sh-t on, b-tch, i’m flyer than a bird (yeah, bird, n-gga)
n-ggas just be cappin’, b-tch, you know you lyin’ on every verse (the f-ck?)
got them n-ggas sick i ran it up, like, b-tch, go get the nurse (yeah, them n-ggas mad, yeah)
b-tch, i’m in here countin’ up these checks, you’d think it was the first
b-tch, i’m in here geekin’— yeah, n-gga, ayy
b-tch, i’m in here geekin’, high as f-ck, you’d think i was a nerd (what?)
man, i think it’s time to hit the stu’, i’m tryna put in work (put in work, n-gga, yeah)
got money comin’ in from different angles, b-tch, i feel like kurt (feel like kurt, n-gga, ayy)
[chorus]
i think i’m addicted to this cash, i’m runnin’ through this guap (through this guap, n-gga, yeah)
i’ma just keep snappin’ for the fans, they waitin’ on me to drop (on me to drop, n-gga, yeah)
i told you i don’t need no pen and pad, i’m comin’ off my top (straight off my top, yeah)
ayy, these n-ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, man, that sh-t gotta stop (it gotta stop, n-gga)
these n-ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, like, what the f-ck you on? (like, what you on, n-gga? yeah)
don’t need no finger, b-tch, i’m still gon’ snap and that’s on any song (on any song, n-gga, yeah)
i see you broke as f-ck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (you movin’ wrong, n-gga, yeah)
i’m chasin’ racks, b-tch, i been catchin’ flights, i can’t pick up the phone (pick up the phone, n-gga, yeah)

[outro]
phew, phew, ski

- luh tyler

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