paroles de chanson New Yitty - Prodigy
[Prodigy:]
Yeah,
look
here
man
Every
time
the
ball
drop
on
New
Years
Eve
We
toast
to
more
money,
we
smoke
to
more
cheese
Burn
this
one
for
beating
my
case
Then
pop
me
another
bottle
and
keep
celebrating
When
I'm
always
waiting
for
niggas
to
front
So
I
keep
me
a
banger,
catch
a
stunt
if
you
want
Be
like
Super
Dave,
you
fucked
up
Flat
out
on
the
concrete
they
peeled
you
up
like
the
cartoons
But
this
ain't
fake,
nah
this
is
gon'
hurt
And
you
gon'
feel
pain
I'm
the
results
of
slavery
and
poverty
You
had
the
drugs
and
guns
to
equal
to
P
Watch
how
every
time
the
drama
pop
off
I'm
on
top
The
niggas
try
that
with'
me
and
get
shot
Ayo
my
donuts,
dunn
I
got
dumb
out
money
Wild
paper,
you
niggas
better
run
now
from
me
[Chorus
x2:
Prodigy]
New
Yitty,
my
hand's
never
gritty
I'll
send
the
young
boy
to
destroy
every
living
Think
outside,
do
inside
the
place
I'll
just
do
it
my
self,
can
never
be
too
safe
out
here
in
[Prodigy:]
Yeah,
yeah,
every
time
I'm
around
my
G
You
know
P
drop
that
fire,
ah
I
drop
heat
Too
hot
to
handle;
too
cold
to
hold
This
two-hundred
thousand
on
my
wrist
bone
This
is
.22
long
right
by
the
hipbone
And
I
got
the
bullets
with
the
x's
and
o's
On
the
tips
I'll
shoot
you
in
the
lips
Speaking
on
my
name
just
so
you
could
get
a
spin
(KILLA!)
Couple
spins,
this
nigga
is
wack
You's
a
ugly
dipshit,
the
black
Craig
Mack
I'm
a
handsome
shooter,
I'll
simple
clutch
the
ruger
And
blow
your
bummer
clout
rot
face
to
Bermuda
I'm
a
mobster,
with'
the
two
B's
front
to
O
You
pull
my
foul,
all
you
gon'
see
is
gold
And
platinum
music,
homey
go
make
a
hit
With
15
minutes
of
fame
consider
it
a
gift
[Chorus
x2:
Prodigy]
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