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joseph mcfashion - new kings lyrics

[verse 1: cash kidd]
my lil n+gga say he need a job
i just put him in a rental, he is not going to prom
feds tryna f+ck with us, ’cause we move just like the mob
new kings around this b+tch, taking over n+ggas’ blocks
how the f+ck you tryna eat, if you complain about your plate?
left the bay and flew to georgia, n+gga, we be switching states
used to have to eat baloney, now it’s crab legs and steak
coming for a n+gga spot, i hate being in second place
just met a pretty red b+tch that can take d+ck
seen her in the club, the next day, ain’t even say sh+t
white t, white 1’s, but i’ma change fits
might just pay the guccis, or i might throw on this bape sh+t
you ain’t got no money to me, so you sign in chinese
hit his block twice, let’s see if he survive these
jealous ass n+ggas, na, we don’t wanna hear it
in the club spilling roles on my omearis
she do everything i ask, i’ma call her siri
my one b+tch go crazy til her eyes get teary
ar with the scope soak a n+gga, he ain’t gotta be near me
flame his ass, ain’t gotta see him, like i’m blind fury
yeah, eh, blowing on that [?]
that’s ironic, ’cause me and that 40 never seperate
i feel like [?] y’all gonna make me catch a case
made me put that backend on your head, like you kevin gates
bro gon’ [?] n+gga that come through that door
and he better not have a pistol on him, ’cause he won’t no more
n+ggas being secret competition, but they been lost
run up, put them bullets in your chest, that’s a hand off
have him come and take you out tonight, luther vandross
snipers connect that p+ssy from the roof, call that catdog
crack dawg, b+tch, ’cause i crack cars, b+tch
take a bag or a trip, he ain’t act hard since
dawgy threw some pees on me, like a [?]
only 90’s babies gon’ get what that last bar meant
got that one piece on me, like a nascar fit
i be one deep only, 50 racks [?]
[verse 2: baby money]
she don’t even know my name, i made her drop her panties
24’s outside the trap, this is not miami
a gold trophy on my wrist, b+tch, i rock a grammy
you running off with my sh+t, i’ma rock your family
that’s on my mama, 3 k, 4 glocks when i sleep
[?] moving black sleves
like i’m [?]
this sh+t green, i just cashed back 50 without a problem
you a g+nius, how you make a whole million without a dollar?
this sh+t stupid, shoes cost 1250, but i’ma buy it
this sh+t ruthlous, i just bust down her presi, and she ain’t mine
[?] i didn’t know how to drive it, i d+mn near died
[?] in this b+tch, don’t ride with 9’s
easy money

- joseph mcfashion lyrics

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