paroles de chanson New High - P Bitt

(Two-hunna!, yeah that's hard, bro)

That's that new high, real rockstar with it
On that new high, blue Nascar whip
Get that new high, gettin' muscle with it
On that new flight, when I'm not so with it

They geekin' on that blue fly, I'ma rock us with it
Getting that my shoe fly, I'ma bust her with it
Layin' when I'm too high, I'ma wrestle with it
Say she seein' new sky, I'ma pass her with it

Turnin' me on, turnin' me up
Turnin' me on, turnin' me up
Turnin' me up, might get it

Get it mi-, get it might go put a marker really
Game on, lay low if you not ready
Wriss' out, beans out, beans out, ready
Pens, that depends, I got plans yeah I'm ready
Depends, I got peers rockin' with me inside my realm
Demands, I got bands, I go really up the ladder
The rings, I got beads, I got green in my beretta, yeah

Bringin' it up, bringin' it up, bringin' the dope
Ready to fall, ready to fall, ain't ready to fall
Bringin' it up, bringin' it up, bringin' the dope
Ready to go, ready to go, ready to fog

Fuck on a thot, thuggin' a lot, I said I'ma die
Send it I die, send it I die, I'm really my type
Spinnin' a pot, spinnin' a pot where the weather gone wear up, gon' wet up, gon' doom
Spinnin' up, poppin' umbrellas in Phantoms, the leather absurd

Movin' a lot of things, I can't find my way up to the plug
Sit in my Prada, man, I'ma stop the whole ring for the syrup
This that new guap, new tint sittin' on my bird
This that new top, I ain't seen it, bitches wanna swerve