letra de new era 8 - nino breeze
[intro]
m-m-m-m-m maybach music (gentle beatz)
i’m out here havin’ things (things)
courtside, we at a magic game (game)
p-ssy ho, i’m pressure (pressure), i don’t even play (play)
that poor ass n-gga, ayy (ayy)
that poor ass n-gga, ayy, yeah (ayy)
[chorus]
new era 8, i tote the rock on fourth and inches (on fourth and inches)
that boy a paraplegic, he don’t stand on business (he don’t stand on biz)
just like punctuation, i finished my sentence (finished my sentence)
did my lil’ time and now i’m back in them trenches (back to that bag)
i beat the road and work the phone, b-tch, i get to it (yes, i do)
i don’t speak french, but let’s talk money, ho, i’m fluent (ho, i’m the truth)
i’m in the bandos and the dope holes, them streets, my n-gga (streets)
run a n-gga like a backwood, a three-point-five, n-gga (grrt)
[refrain]
all that tough talk and that rah-rah, buddy already know
i send me a n-gga ass to the doctor with this sh-t on the floor
it seem like every time that i pop up, they be callin’ my name
i took about thirty thousand dollars, spent it all on my chain
you can tell i got my check up by my left and right wrist
them n-ggas be talkin’ ’bout they some steppers, they ain’t steppin’ like this
my lil’ n-ggas them ’bout whatever, so don’t hate on the jit
do your ass just like supreme and put your face on a tee, f-ck n-gga
[verse]
i’m out here havin’ things (i’m havin’)
she wanna sit courtside (uh-huh), we at a magic game (yeah)
ho said it’s fight night (let’s go), let’s fly to vegas, bae (we gone)
we just popped forty bottles (bottles), that was mia (on god)
talkin’ club e11even (e11even), vibin’ with rozay (rick ross)
p-ssy ho, i’m pressure (oh yeah), i don’t even play (at all)
that poor-ass n-gga scared to ask you, did you eat today? (like what the f-ck?)
you told that boy to break you off, you should’ve seen his face, ayy
[refrain]
all that tough talk and that rah-rah, buddy already know
i send me a n-gga ass to the doctor with this sh-t on the floor
it seem like every time that i pop up, they be callin’ my name
i took about thirty thousand dollars, spent it all on my chain
you can tell i got my check up by my left and right wrist
them n-ggas be talkin’ ’bout they some steppers, they ain’t steppin’ like this
my lil’ n-ggas them ’bout whatever, so don’t hate on the jit
do your ass just like supreme and put your face on a tee, f-ck n-gga
[outro]
i’m out here havin’ things (things)
courtside, we at a magic game (game)
p-ssy ho, i’m pressure (pressure), i don’t even play (play)
that poor ass n-gga, ayy (ayy)
that poor ass n-gga, ayy, yeah (m-m-m-m-m)
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