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lirik lagu nothing new – lakeyah

[intro]
reuel stop playing with these n*ggas

[verse 1]
b*tch keep talkin’ all that sh*t that ho a [?] (yeah motherf*cker)
ain’t no ho to set the dope bring that promoter out (bring ’em here)
these hoes weak as f*ck that sh*t they got us water down (yeah it is)
man i heard these hoes confused i heard to sort it out (yeah i did)
walk up in this b*tch you know the cheque clear (yeah)
my outfit for next year (yeah)
i got fifteen on my right and my left year (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i can’t spеak for them but this the realеst you gon’ get here (uh)
diamonds driping off me i look like a chandelier
uh said he wanna taste, but i need a boss not no runner, why he chasing? (huh)
heard that n*gga wish that he was mine but i ain’t his girl
all this ballin’ you ain’t got no money this a big world (yeah, yeah)
i need every dollar feel like big worm (uh, uh)
b*tches need to cut it out like bbl (cut it out)
need a special license just to draw this like a cbl (skrrt)
i know my haters wish the worse they wanna see me fail (i know they do)
but i’m too heavy in this b*tch tell her i’m gonna rip the scale (uh*huh)
i’m way too up around this b*tch tell her am gonna check the score
and this brand new louis bag look like a check up board (yeah it do)
but i’m playin’ chess i’m always like ten steps ahead
the way they bitin’ off the kit i keep these b*tches fed (keep my credit b*tch)
and i ain’t checking for no n*gga he get left on read (yeah)
man these hoes can’t f*ck with me get that sh*t out yo’ head (out yo’ head)
i just hopped up in a foreign then i did the dash (skrrt skrrt)
how could i ever chase a n*gga when i’m chasing cash
yeah, they know i’ma talk my sh*t (ayy)
well listen to this sh*t these b*tches dropping and they ain’t talking ’bout sh*t
i’m tryna audemaur my wrist, so you know it ain’t no breaks to the wheels fall off of this b*tch (yeah, yeah)
ayy diamonds on my neck came for waffie
know these b*tches sick ’cause all that hatin’ still ain’t stop me, yeah (can’t stop me)
f*cked around and made some millions off my hobby
man these b*tches ain’t really workin’ they slackin’ call them tommy (ayy b*tch)
walk up in this b*tch and get that backend (uh)
keyah bring the fans out, always put that work in, i ain’t never took no hand out
all this ice on me is kinda hard not to stand out
hit the club that sh*t up on the floor, we bring them bands out
it’s the wack up in the hood now it’s a different view
that’s why i’m up but i’m still grinding like the runners do (grinding like the runners do)
got b*tches twistin’ they sayin’ i’m c*cky in my interviews (haha)
i’m on all these b*tches ass this ain’t nothing new (yeah)

- lakeyah

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