paroles de chanson New Tape (A Luxury 4 You) - A-Lux

Strap a new tape like the kid on the table
I just jerked off, got some cum in my navel
Oh we got trouble, cuz my mind ain't stable
Oh we got trouble, cuz my mind ain't stable

This that new shit that I did without a label
This that new shit that'll have you fuckin' grateful
Hit you 'cross the head like Cain did Abel
Yeah I produce but I don't turn tables

Northern Colorado yeah you got one and he ready
Make your chick drip like Katrina over levies
I'm a wise man like I'm getting coached by penny
And I do voices, Seth McFarlane, no teddy

Putting in the work man my eyelids heavy
Putting in the work man my eyelids heavy
Gave up on TV, take a Grammy over Emmys
Rather smoke green than some white, no Betty

Get all veggies, man, the kid smoke medley
Hate me all you want you a Tom-ass Petty
Get up off my dick and go snort some fenty
Get up off my dick and go use that semi

Drive up off a cliff with yo bitch ass chevy
All day sucker talkin' Ed, Edd, Eddy
Do it for my stans, man there ain't that many
Poor in pocket but in puss I got plenty

Strap a new tape like the kid on the table
I just jerked off, got some cum in my navel
Oh we got trouble, cuz my mind ain't stable
Oh we got trouble, cuz my mind ain't stable

This that new shit that I did without a label
This that new shit that'll get you all grateful
Hit you 'cross the head like Cain did Abel
Yeah I produce but I ain't turn tables

Had myself a year, man the kid learned somethin'
Had myself a year, yeah the kid stopped runnin'
2019 time to turn me into nothing
2019 got the kid fuckin' buggin'

Now I'm clappin' back and imma have 'em all buzzin'
LA out to Charlotte imma have 'em all buzzing'
Several billion bitches imma have 'em all humpin'
Several billion bitches imma get 'em all gushin'

Boy she'll think of me when the two of ya'll fuckin'
Sittin' in the crib with the whole place jumpin'
Get 'em goin' crazy with they noses all runnin'
Bitch, I'm Tony Hawk with the way that I'm stuntin'

Yeah I'm cleanin' up with the way that I'm bussin'
Yeah my flow tight with the way that I'm brushin'
Yeah I'm high as fuck with the gas that I'm puffin'
Yeah I'm high as fuck with the gas that we puffing'

Strap a new tape like the kid on the table
I just jerked off, got some cum in my navel
Oh we got trouble, cuz my mind ain't stable
Oh we got trouble, cuz my mind ain't stable

This that new shit that I did without a label
This that new shit that'll get you all grateful
Hit you 'cross the head like Cain did Abel
Yeah I produce but I never turn tables, aye

Yeah

And this that new, new, new, new shit, aye
A Luxury for you, and your bitch, yeah

This for all the fuckin' dudes like Coon and Mammy
And all you dudes, 'preciate you, aye