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horseshoe g.a.n.g – that new west shit lyrics

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[hook: demetrius capone]
dubs up, this that new next, this that new west
that’s right you guessed it, that new west sh-t
f-ck some khakis, f-ck some chuck t’s
we fresh to death in brand new rex’s
f-ck a six fo’, yo that sh-t’s old
so we sit low in brand new chargers
f-ck your old flow, busta’s don’t know
how the gang go, we brand new dodgers

[verse 1: demetrius capone]
crooked made up the motherf-cking new west
now we deeper than you n-ggas like a new threat
new threads, phantom, i’m finna crawl
suicide doors even though they k!llin’ y’all
sittin’ slanted, off balance like i’m finna fall
but this summer, you never see a winner fall
n-ggas talk that tough sh-t but when i draw
men straight stop, in other words, men’ll pause
i’m everything you’ve never seen
west coast sh-t, year 2017
i’m blake griffin on the lakers, we a better team
i’m kobe bryant retired with 11 rings

[hook]

[verse 2: julius luciano]
old sh-t, f-ck that
yeah i said it, f-ck that
rap is gettin’ smarter, we removing this dunce cap
burying the past, yesterday will never come back
candlelight vigil, raise a lighter or a struck match
k!llin’ off the game then we breathe new life in it
if y’all don’t give fuel to our movement, we siphon it
bringin’ back substance, witty enlightenin’ sh-t
dark sh-t, underworld, vampire, mikin’ sh-t
look it ain’t hard to understand, no hieroglyphs
it’s finna get frightenin’, i’m on one, motorcycle trick
yeah the cob movement is bubblin’
we multiplying across the globe, in ireland we doublin’

[hook]

[verse 3: kenny siegel]
i’m getting tired of your bs attire
i’m flyer in my pf’s, a rider
my iron is my b-f-f, yep, no liar
lowkey like baritone
upgraded the hair and bones to chains with h-lla stones
in order to make more benjamins and more grants
come we come together like simultaneous -rg-sms
talk about the west, i’mma aim a torch at em
clap em, let the morgue bag em
tag em, let the lord have em
the nin’ll blow, leave his sweatsuit extra damp
then i’mma go and s-x his s-xy tramp
i shine and post, i’m the best thing next to lamps
redefine the coast, yeah my set’s to west revamped

[hook]



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