Testo New Day - Louie Ray
Testo della canzone New Day (Louie Ray), tratta dall'album Still Grinding 5
Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Okay
(Damn Matthew, why you had to do it like that?)
It's a new day, let me count a dollar
Confidence high, I feel like I can hit Rihanna
I ain't new to chasing money, I've been out there, I done hit the bottles
We the type to crack a new pint, let me hit the bottle
Okay, yeah, we the type to crack a new pint, let me hit the bottle
I'm behind the steering wheel, doing a hundred, tryna change the throttle
Treat a bad bitch like dog shit, I change a model
Yeah
Niggas'll never have shit, they broke hard
You gotta look me in my eyes when you talking, I don't want Cartis
Bitch, I'm getting real money, I don't go to parties
Club been open for two hours, when you walked in, the show started
I was tryna eat the bitch pussy, and the ho farted
Then I put the bitch out the crib, now the ho walking
Why you keep taking pictures of the pop? You don't pour fours on it?
When it's war, I'm jumping out with sticks, I ain't do no talking
Shoot first, ask questions later
Two Percs in a fresh eighter
Call the plug, I'm tryna buy one of them things shaped like rectangles
Why you shooting in the air? You tryna kill a angel?
I just poured some straight drop in a Gatorade
Mike walked out the room and I ate his plate
Stop looking at me like that 'fore I break your face
Lean got me with a beer belly, let me check my weight
Tied a bitch up, then we fucked, that's a sex tape
Dawg took an hour for his verse, that's his best eight
He like, "It's too much lean in that pop", I'm like, "It's just eight"
Bobblehead bitch suck so much dick, she need a neck brace
Perc' 30, call them now or laters
I think you should do a six, I can't do an eighter
I do not approve the content, wish I could sue a hater
I still got some pussy on the floor, but I'ma do her later
How much you want for a verse?
Why? Is you a payer?
Ayy, Ri', let's hit the booth tonight do a seven dayer
Was finna traid my Roley in for so-
Was finna traid my Roley in for something else, but I'ma do it later
Poured the pop damn near out, tryna taste the flavor
Poured another one on top of ten, and say eleven grader
I ain't here to help you when it's cold, Monclair maker
I can't even break a bud of this, 'cause this a air changer
Worn down keeping up with me, pure stair chaser
Hoes want Off White too, the shoe lacer
I be doing this by myself, but looking too tailored
I still pull up and buy weed, off Taylor
Yeah, nigga, I'll pull up
I'll pull up on 3rd street and still buy bud
Yeah, nigga, okay, I'll still pull up on - and still ba-
Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
(Damn Matthew, why you had to do it like that?)
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Gaglio, Damario Mccullough, Matthew Cadena, Orraccious Brown
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