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chris king - new flows lyrics

(intro)

yeah
i’m just tryna’ try new flows and new things, and new things and new flows, you know

yeah, yeah
where i come from it was never expected, but guess what
excellent, the way that me made it, i bet, uh+

(chorus)

yeah, i grab the choppa, i ramble, i let my thoughts a+ramble and scramble like eggs in a sk!llet
let her crack my yolk and then it spread all over her biscuit
in the mix like jamba juice, i’m sippin’ codeine likе hibiscus
my life need a camera man, but ain’t no movie scеne, it ain’t scripted
jesus these murder bravado jeans, it’s me who stitch you
i seen you sippin’ fake codeine, my n+gga, who tricked you?
it seems you just misunderstood, n0body gon’ get you
seems you don’t realise you leadin’ your people

(verse 1)

somebody might need you
drug shoppin’ illegal
gelato and bamboo, this sh+t not a pre+roll
lungs dry as a sandal
not a singer, got c notes
i’m a blood, so b notes
shoot a rapper, like b+roll
send a blitz, it’s the d line
shoot the deuce, like a peace sign
pull the coupe in the east side, gotta check all the street signs
i’m on go, like a green light
i get yucky, like green pints
off this medicine sleep tight, yea+ah
(verse 2)

truly knockin’, seen them cope and stare till’ i got them orthopaedic slippers, while i’m kicking sh+t in copenhagen
caught the vibe when i just cut the volume up to a hunnid’, then i can’t hear a motherf+ckin’ word you n+ggas sayin’
wish i could bring a drum to the shooting range, cause’ i would hit the headshot with a blindfold, if i continue sprayin’
in other words, with enough resistance, and enough consistence, and enough resilience, imma’ get exactly what i prayed for
drive like a leak in the hard drive affect every car ride
as black as it get in your dark times, i’ll show you how the stars shine
load the mp3, now the speaker sound like a car bomb
my b+tch thicc and ghetto, but know the smell of that tom ford
life is like a room full of choices, don’t pick the wrong door
there’s n+ggas that died for no reason, when you find what they gone for
cali n+gga, cup full of texas, feel like a longh+rn
this sh+t get cinematic, theatric, but we’re the popcorn

(chorus)

i grab the choppa, i ramble, i let my thoughts a+ramble and scramble like eggs in a sk!llet
let her crack my yolk and then it spread all over her biscuit
in the mix like jamba juice, i’m sippin’ codeine like hibiscus
my life need a camera man, but ain’t no movie scene, it ain’t scripted
jesus these murder bravado jeans, it’s me who stitch you
i seen you sippin’ fake codeine, my n+gga, who tricked you?
it seems you just misunderstood, n0body gon’ get you
seems you don’t realise you leadin’ your people

- chris king lyrics

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