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new era pt. 2 - younginsosleaze lyrics

[intro]
yeah
don’t be playin’ all them, ayy
don’t be playin’ all them
ayy
it’s sleaze, n*gga (yeah)
yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy)

[verse]
don’t be playin’ all them f*ckin’ insta’ games and get double*tapped (shut the f*ck up)
don’t even mention me in songs, you know what come with that (yeah)
it’s a lot of n*ggas should be dead, but we gon’ double back
don’t ask me why i’m trippin’ hard, n*gga, this sh*t for dak (do it for dak)
finna change my name to new era, i’m on they ball cap
broke b*tch keep askin’ ’bout this d*ck, i’m finna fall back (what?)
she feel some type of way, told her ho and bring it all back
you f*ckin’ for the free, tell me what the f*ck you call that? (what the f*ck you call that?)
timmy sh*t, rude to these hoes, ain’t tryna give me sh*t (yeah)
and i’m nonchalant, dont’ give a f*ck, i’m actin’ ignorant
don’t ask me ’bout them dead*ass opps, i won’t get into it
they get to stand over the last n*gga, so he still a jit (still is)
until i make a mil’ off this sh*t, i will not quit (at all)
that b*tch got a kangaroo pouch, you is not thick (you not thick)
these n*ggas crashin’ out on free p*ssy, that is not it
that b*tch know she ain’t got no fee, she ain’t my b*tch
thinkin’ with his d*ck, have that b*tch drop the lo’ (send that)
if i catch him down bad, then i’m shootin’ through the coat (bah, bah)
b*tch, it’s all money in, nip hussle on the floor (nip hussle)
they don’t wanna let us in, we finna bogart the door (kick that b*tch down)
they like why you still dissin’? i’m tryna see what n*ggas on (what he on?)
and them 4s in that house when i get in tweaker mode (yeah)
n*gga tried to slide with a ghost and that b*tch broke
doin’ all that trollin’, sayin’ dak name gon’ get you smoked
okay, i’m back on, really live this sh*t, f*ck a rap song (f*ck that)
i bet your b*tch neighbors know my name like i’m trey songz
i know a deal comin’ soon and it won’t take long
they done brought the dragon out a n*gga like i’m jake long (jake long)
beast mode, beatin’ on my chest like i’m king kong (i’m king kong)
i told bro it won’t be long, we all gon’ be on
he mad his b*tch turn up to my music, i’m her theme song (n*gga, what?)
she only came to eat*eat, leave your jeans on (your jeans on)
should’ve played on tubi, n*gga, all that bad actin’ (all that bad actin’)
cameras rollin’, i ain’t duckin’ no action (i ain’t duckin’ no action)
came a long way, standin’ in the rain with no jacket (no coat)
when you stay down, you see all the sh*t that happen (for real)
these n*ggas my son, belt to ass like joe jackson (yeah)
play with me, you end up on the ‘gram with sad captions (r.i.p.)
n*ggas be broke and tryna fonk, they ass*backwards (what?)
the smoke clear, we gon’ see who got the last laughter (the last)
[outro]
thinkin’ with his d*ck, have that b*tch drop the lo’ (send that)
if i catch him down bad, then i’m shootin’ through the coat (bah)
b*tch, it’s all money in, nip hussle on the floor (nip hussle)
they don’t wanna let us in, we finna bogart the door (kick that b*tch down)

- younginsosleaze lyrics

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