bred the rapper – new season lyrics
[produced by bred]
[intro]
wha wha hahaha
yo, this the f-ckin’ anthem bro heh
(this beat is oven ready)
ooh ooh
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
[hook]
new season, i ball out neck is freezing
wonder where i’ll be next year aye
take on a stage and i stage dive
this the start of the wave gettin loud
new season, ain’t gon stop got no reason
groupies latch on that’s treason
take yo -ss back to the precinct
lock ya -ss up you creepin
[verse 1]
new season
i just ball everyday
got no ice on my neck
but i’m paving waves
ain’t sh-t funny no marlon wayans
tell her back that -ss up
come and ride the waves aye
yea new season got a lot of bags, yuh (lot of bags)
couple dollars in the stash, aye (in the stash)
take it all an then i dash, yuh (then i dash)
i just f-ck her once an then i dash, aye (ooh)
new season copped a bag
i just take a couple drags
loud got me going crazy (crazy)
in my mind i’m in a race
i compete within my sp-ce
all these rappers kinda lazy (lazy)
g*nius inside
all my art’ll cost a dime
i feel like jay-z (jay-z)
i just went an made a hit
tell em get off of my d-ck
none of this sh-t phase me (phase me)
[hook]
new season, i ball out neck is freezing
wonder where i’ll be next year aye
take on a stage and i stage dive
this the start of the wave gettin loud
new season, ain’t gon stop got no reason
groupies latch on that’s treason
take yo -ss back to the precinct
lock ya -ss up you creepin
[verse 2]
free smoke, for anyone who wanna taste (brr bah)
i got an anthem on my belt
two hundred tracks by my waist aye (aye)
and that ain’t no cap (yuh yuh)
i press play, sit back seven hours of that look (aye yuh look)
i been stuck on my grind, yea it’s hard to stop (aye)
stuck at the top i just can’t flop (woo)
the only time i bomb is when i stage dive (wha)
or when i dive in that p-ssy when she pillow talk (ooh ooh)
real talk i just stayed the same
had no reason to change i was alone before fame (ayeee)
got my real brothers with me
lil cutie, lil tipsy and she f-ckin f-ckin wit me, ah aye (wha wha)
new season yea it’s mine
i’m just takin what’s mine pullin off with a bad b-tch (bad b-tch)
got the money on my mind, all my art’ll cost a dime
first bracelet was elastics (elastics haha)
[hook]
new season, i ball out neck is freezing
wonder where i’ll be next year aye
take on a stage and i stage dive
this the start of the wave gettin loud
new season, ain’t gon stop got no reason
groupies latch on that’s treason
take yo -ss back to the precinct
lock ya -ss up you creepin
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