paroles de chanson New Gun - Chris Wattz

Choose up for you lose us
Pu-puts niggas fruit cups
Was a nuisance where I grew up
Didn′t know sons got neutered
Run the building cause I'm super
Hundred million on the Uber
I could see it in my future
I could teach you like a tutor
Once I see It, I could do it
She′s conceited and she's clueless
I just fuck her till I'm Oozing
Now she′s busting like Uzi
No discussion you′re a loser
Got percussions in my movement
The percussions got you move-in
Imma increase the influence
You gone reap what you doing
She got all them friends
Done spread herself to thin
Got my cake now my tooth in
Off rooflin but the roof gone
Sky walker and your Luke warm
My posture is the new form
Flying objects in my new charm
Yea they tryna put the proof on me
Looking broke need new homies
New coupe come with new woman
New money come new problems
And I'm killing all you fuck boys
Everyday is a new assignment

On the road have to hustle just eat
Have to make a move to put shoes on my feet
They tell lies
They beg around me
Yo, yo they never ten toes down