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jayvon deontae – brand new guy lyrics

[intro]
yeah it’s dp3 and my n-gga uoza
we finna do this thang mayne
we got brand new everything
brand new cars brand new whips and foreign brauds

[verse 1: dp3]
i’m strapped up with that 9 finna roll up i’m finna get high
you fakes got no swag me and my team we stay fly
got money on my mind with a rollie on and that big sean
i’m a young boy i got cold rhymes you got no bars i got no time
got a bad b-tch from cuba don’t f-ck around cause she’ll shoot ya
she got long hair just like medusa she a bad b-tch yeah she a hooker
she had a man but i took her she like blowing strong on that reefer
and i think her name was tia but i got shades on so i can’t see ya
i’ma smoke loud i’ma say it proud f-ck last night she want another round
smoking on some sh-t that you can’t pr-nounce all she want me to do is just eat her out
i’m a real n-gga what i’m about all you hear is real coming out my mouth
i’m a texas boy h-town boy and i rep the south cause i’m a new boy n-gga

[hook]
brand new flow brand new rhymes
brand new watch it’s our time
we gon’ roll up and we gon’ get high
cause we stay fresh we some brand new guys [x2]

[verse 2: jayvon deontae]
pisces to the fourth degree you think this fish just went to college
three fingers got power you can say that’s just a higher knowledge
rhymes stuck in my brains vein i just had a writers blockage
on authority i go ham tell the pigs to suck my f-cking sausage
english cl-ss (do do do do) just k!lled with onomatopoeia
got a bad b-tch with a gun in her purse i nickname her lil madea
got laxatives in my double cup i’m sh-tting on n-ggas by diarrhea
y’all tried to k!ll me bad idea try again r.i.p. aaliyah
i made satan look like a devil cake compared to my evil wickedness
even my writtens had god ask me to revise the book of leviticus
smacked with instruments fracture ligaments rob dyrdek finds that ridiculous
it’s hideous i k!ll beats excessively y’all oblivious
k!ll what y’all thought y’all brains took a shot i’m so sick that n-ggas see snot
y’all n-ggas dory cause y’all forgot i handle n-ggas like pans and pots
in this rap game you move you snooze so i’m ’bout to take these rappers spot
y’all throwing bombs i’m jj watt i’m ’bout swat cause your boy just got
(i got that)

[hook]

[verse 3: dp3 & (jayvon deontae)]
(j.deo and dp3 all the b-tches jump on the d
brand new guys brand new breed a different color we n-ggas bleed
we right on time y’all drive the whip hit the gas and try to raise the speed
we predators we need to feed we never full more food that we need)
it’s due wapp all on the beat aka i’m dp3
going hard for byt when you see me got racks in my jeans
your girl say that i stay clean that’s probably why she wanna be on my team
her her cousin and her friend girl you like me so don’t pretend
(ya’ll n-ggas rat we set up traps) you f-ck with us you gon’ get capped
(smoking blacks jamming dub sac) got two hoes jamming up in the back
(we running rap like running track) so keep up don’t fall back
(slip your disc i’ll break your back i’ll bring it back while i’m in the back)
i’m the back blowing on strong chopping up them two hoes
(new creez got new clothes) got a new house and foreign hoes
(dancing on the d-ck to the red nose) got gl-ss floors you gotta tip toe
(blowing dro pouring up a fo’) i love p-ssy better watch your hoe
(j)

- jayvon deontae lyrics

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