Yung Joc - Brand New (feat. Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Brand New (feat. Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross) - Yung Joc feat. Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross



Yung Joc (sup?)
What it do, nephew?
You know what it is
All brand-new shit
It ain't my fault (it's not my fault, partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my shit brand new
(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room, they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc, man, come on)
'Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new
From my fitted down to my shoes
I enter the room and your bitch might choose (choose)
Look me up and down from my head to toe (toe)
They point the exit, then I tell 'em let's go (let's go, man)
S5 don't forget the 50
What it cost me? About a hundred fifty
Damn, what's this, why so sticky?
That's good Kush, would'a cost ya 'bout a hundred fifty
Still on another level, still brand new (new)
Lookin' at the sky through that panoramic view (view)
She say she like my jeans, even like my sneaks
That's the new Gucci's, 500 a piece (a piece?)
I make her smile (smile) and I smile back (back)
Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya, I bought that (I bought that)
Baby, we can go to Paris or Toronto (Toronto)
Brand-new shades, whose that? Ferragamo
It ain't my fault (it's not my fault, partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my shit brand new
(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room, they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc, man, come on)
'Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new
Never drive the same car twice
You still buyin' chains, I'm in there chippin' ice
You know, is it real or fake, how much a killa make?
I'm 'bout ownin' somethin', ya dig? Real estate
I'm in the '08 Escalade with brand-new Gucci shades
I'm flangin' it and singin' it while stayin' up for days
You know my entourage, I does it extra large
Blue bezels for my nizzles, double what you charge
So whenever you see me, you know I'm Fresh2Death
French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh
In some brand-new clothes with some brand-new hoes
Is that Phantom doors on that brand-new Rolls
On another level, blue rose petals
And when I walk the block, I make everybody wanna talk a lot
To brag and boast that ain't my style, to high signin' and profile
I'd rather blow a pound with my pound and do what you say
It ain't my fault (it's not my fault, partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my shit brand new
(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room, they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc, man, come on)
'Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new
I let her fantasize (yeah), I'm a fantasy (me)
She couldn't fathom us fuckin' on top of phantom seats
Now, we worldwide speakin' different languages
Ma, Puerto Deo, now, can ya hang with it (yeah)
I'm a boss girl, you lookin' for a job (uh-huh)
Fuck me on your lunch break, and you're sure to star (sure to star)
Get a raise when that brain keep me in a daze
Custom-made suede Gucci shoes, I'm on another page
And my money so long (my money so long)
I swear my money so long (ain't lyin')
Murciélagos, just for the car doors
This the main event, those niggas is side shows
Where I reside, oh, you consider the side ho
Ashtray and peanuts, it's time to slide ho
Where I reside, you consider the side ho
Ashtray and the peanuts it's time you slide ho
It ain't my fault (it's not my fault, partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my shit brand new
(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room, they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc, man, come on)
'Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new
That's so cold
Yung Joc, what it do, nephew?
All brand new shit, yeah, boy
(And I buy all my shit brand new) dig, yeah, that's my nig
I'm gonna smoke on out like that there
(When I walk into the room, they choose)
I'm gonna jump off in this brand-new car I got
This brand-new shoes, this brand-new outfit
This brand-new sack of chronic I got
(It ain't my fault)
And I'm lookin' a this bitch like oh ya I'm actin' all brand new
I don't even know you, for real
That's the business
See ya, see ya, see ya
(Brand new)
It ain't my fault
(When I)
It ain't my fault
(They choose)
It ain't my fault, my nigga
('Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new)
Everythin' you got is used, that's a used chain
Nigga had that chain on like four years ago
That's some used shoes you got, your automobile is used
Nigga, you don't even, all that shit, nigga
Your, your, your bitch is used too, nigga
Yeah, it's all hood though
It ain't my fault
We just gon' keep doin' it
So brand new '07, yeah



Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Calvin C. Broadus, Thomas Randolph Bell, Linda Diane Creed, Jasiel Almon T Robinson, Dana Ramey


Yung Joc - It's Goin' Down
Album It's Goin' Down
date de sortie
04-10-2019



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