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boss beezy - nothing new lyrics

[hook: boss beezy]
skinny n-gga but i put in work
i just love pullin up inna vert
i put dat new bentley up in reverse
i’m gettin dis money yo feelings hurt
none of dis money ain’t new to me
none of dese b-tches ain’t new to me
spend like 10k on some jewelry
icy like ricky the ruler be
run it up dey don’t kno what to wit me

[verse 1: boss beezy]
if my life on da line ima let it go
n-ggas like beezy you next to blow
in da medellin i’m right next to blow
i’m bouta take flight to new mexico
so much money they think dat i’m selling c0ke
i got commas all over my schedule
i drop music and count up residuals
if you try me this sh-t get physical
b-tches on me soon as i walk in da door
in da bed i put her inna figure foe
got it on me no hessi to let it blow
got this rifle it came wit a telescope
i do this sh-t for ganggggg
i do this sh-t for the gang
got double cs all on my framesssss
im da hottest in da game
every now and then i gotta go to the range
n-ggas shooting they ain’t really got aim
you need a 30 b-tch i don’t need da same
44s gone blow out ya brain
why dese goofy n-ggas out here reaching for chains
don’t want no money they just do it for fame
pj told me dat i gotta maintain
n-ggas change dats apart of da game
i re up and den i go and f-ck up da extras
ima go pull on yo block inna tesla
b-tches mad keep callin won’t text em
police mad looking for him can’t catch him
i took a loss but a n-gga ain’t streesting
ima go make dat sh-t back on da next one
b-tches f-ck you but she f-ckin da next one
homicide bought me in dere for questioning

[verse 2: boss beezy]
ima hit da west coast up for medical
i’m counting up numbers them decimals
this sh-t could get foul like technicals
we on da way up now we setting goals
my uncle came home he went federal
my ex was trippin so i had to let her go
you a street n-gga but you be tellin doe
ain’t holding sh-t in so i had to let em know
i’m smoking on loud not reginald
burn a ounce now i feel like vegetable
countin so many racks we ain’t goin broke
now this money be coming in overload
i be sippin on henny not po’ing 4s
i got weed in my system might overdose
inna double r feel like im seeing ghost
got some shooters they runnin up in ya home

- boss beezy lyrics

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