paroles de chanson Dat New (dirty) - Kid Cudi
Head-banger
Hello,
what
it
be
To
you
and
yours
Salutations
to
all
you
can
call
me
Cudi
Or
Mr.
Extravagant
cause
I'm
gettin'
my
money
Way
my
doors
are
swayin'
its
like
a
bird
on
wheels
You
can
come
to
Ohio
and
you
can
see
how
it
feels
And
this
the
premier
of
that
new
new
here
It's
gonna
take
you
beyond
Where
a
jet
can
leer
But
all
you
gon'
hear
is
somethin'
crazy
in
fact
How
I
be
burnin'
the
booth
We'll
get
you
looser
than
Yak
Yep
yep,
you
got
it,
right
Now
don't
get
left
get
on
your
good
foot
it's
only
right
That
you
step
and
keep
boppin'
til
this
shit
unfamiliar
If
you
main
line
got
time
then
I
be
drillin'
her
I
keep
you
in
my
realm
I
keep
you
in
the
sound
I
keep
myself
up
high
because
the
haze
by
the
pound
And
my
imagination
you
can
look
all
over
the
nation
But
they
ain't
see
You
can
look
all
over
but
no,
you'll
never
find
Hot
shit
like
mine
Woop,
it
blow
your
mind
You
can
look
all
over
but
no,
you'll
never
find
Hot
shit
like
mine
Cause
I
provide
That
new
new
Salutations
my
niggas
I'm
aware
that
I'm
different
You
can
still
keep
it
hood
While
you're
smokin'
just
listen
It
dont
matter
your
race
Just
take
a
blunt
to
the
face
And
we
all
gon
rock
Gota
keep
up
the
pace
And
the
girls
gon
twerk
it
Cause
the
vibe
is
poppin'
As
well
as
the
bottle
Keep
it
rockin'
don't
stop
em
At
the
Motel-8
We
can
park
out
front
Yeah
the
flow
is
unleaded
You
sucka
niggas
will
front
Yeah
cause
I'm
super-cudder-realistic-leaner-ali-docius
And
rap
ferocious
I
been
coaching
the
league
I
bobble
head
the
public
if
you
love
it
M
dub
it
Blood
sweat
and
tears
homie
im
made
of
it
Finish
the
class
if
you
think
nothin
bout
it
Tell
'em
like
grandpa
you
don't
know
nothin'
bout
it
Wear
kicks
once
then
the
leaner
come
up
out
em
I
been
sayin'
it,
you
was
playin'
em
Now
you
know
What
it
be
to
my
ladies
With
the
bodies
that
kill
We
ain't
boppin
on
money
Fuck
with
me
cause
you
real
See
you
shakin'
it
fast
On
some
Mystikal
shit
You
could
slap
that
nigga
If
he
call
you
a
bitch
Yeah
I
see
you
with
that
But
you
should
be
on
this
It's
that
Henney
and
Cocoa-Cola
Come
over
and
sit
Won't
you
tell
me
your
name
Tell
me
where
you
be
at
I
know
you
know
that
them
hot
But
I
don't
wana
hear
that
You
see
I
aim
for
a
check
before
I
aim
for
sex
Niggas
aim
for
death
They
tryin'
to
fuck
with
the
blessed
Ain't
no
fuckin'
with
amateurs
Run
past
the
novas
Sip
hella
lean
And
see
who
talks
the
slowest
Ain't
no
stoppin'
me
at
all
You
need
a
sawed
off
with
maybe
a
chainsaw
And
even
if
that
The
crack
that
I
brew
is
still
new
You
guys
think
acute
but
Cudi
is
obtuse
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