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letra de new - tracydeuce

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[chorus]
look at my shoes they new
i got balance and they new
look at my b-tch like ooo
yeah she foreign yeah she new

now i’m trynna get on the paper route
now all these b-tches wanna cater now
yeah b-tches rolling and they skating now
man i’m shouting out all my haters now

[verse 1]
soon as i touch down i gotta drop a bag
i got some new sh-t n-gga check out my pants
soon as i walk in they like “where you get that?”
now these n-ggas trynna copy my shwagg

i can buy all the chips in the casino
i walk in there and i wear valentino
f-ck it, imma just buy the casino
how many bands i got on mе? more than cinco

baby girl i don’t love you i love monеy
i trap out zones, serving them junkies
do you want edi’s? i got the gummies
hit the pack b-tch cause you look a lul grumpy
look at me b-tch i stay with the shwagg
i wash my dishes with a gucci rag
your hoe in the trap and all she do is nag
you don’t wanna know what i tote in this bag

trap it up n-gga i swear i can’t stop it
n-ggas want smoke but the gas they ain’t coppin’
f-ck it, i gotta make me a profit
you fumble the work? hold up n-gga i got it

huh, n-gga i’m fly as a comet
hun, my shwagg you cannot flip flop it

[chorus]
look at my shoes they new
i got balance and they new
look at my b-tch like ooo
yeah she foreign yeah she new

now i’m trynna get on the paper route
now all these b-tches wanna cater now
yeah b-tches rolling and they skating now
man i’m shouting out all my haters now

[verse 2]
look at my shoes they new
my hunnits’ they sad they blue (sh-t)
all of these n-ggas wanna come around
wild lul n-gga since the playground
(wait hold up) lul hoe stop it
the weed that i smoke got me gone its exotic
my b-tch she ghetto she fight in a bonnet
i make one call and my n-ggas they on it

my n-ggas adding to the murder rate
don’t tell on me because they gon’ investigate
i got two phones on me like i’m kevin gates
i got demons on me i need to meditate (uh)

that p-ssy balled, it went through chemo
i got that cheese like like i’m in ledo’s
i got that cheese just like a cheeto
b-tch let me breathe, b-tch leave me alone yeah

[chorus]
look at my shoes they new
i got balance and they new
look at my b-tch like ooo
yeah she foreign yeah she new

now i’m trynna get on the paper route
now all these b-tches wanna cater now
yeah b-tches rolling and they skating now
man i’m shouting out all my haters now

- tracydeuce

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