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lil yachty – new goin’ in lyrics

[intro: valee]
chasethemoney, chasethemoney

[verse: lil yachty & quavo]
stay with that yappa boy i move with that baby beam (uhh-uh)
330 my bag and my pocket 380
i used to be broke now i own two mercedes (uh-uh)
i’m good with the ladies
have you seen my latest?
my greatest, she might be the one for my babies (uhh)
i’m trippin’, i f-cked then i’m dippin’, wait, hold on
i act like a heathen, you send me a twelve (yeah-uh)
better make sure it’s even, no steven, achieving
you [ripley’s] believing, deceiving
you thieving -ss, fallin’ -ss n-ggas i’m leading, i’m breaking in
bread for my gang, drip the swag and i’m bleeding
i’m all they believe in, i got ’em, they gibbe (yeah)
got a new watch, that sh-t cost ’bout 50 times two (yeah)
got a new truck and it’s blue, pay my taxes on time (yeah)
and my credit look good like a jew, but i’m black
runnin’ around town with a sack
you gotta be kidding me, all of these n-ggas is p-ssy
i’m walking with stussy, i’m sn-tching your b-tch
’cause i know you a rookie, yeah, hoo
i hang with the gang, migo gang stack it up like a chimney
auto-target to my enemy, better get out my vicinity, b-tch
(yeah, yeah)
run it back-back to back-back to back like a marathon
brother locked up sellin’ gas like a chevron
all of this ice this sh-t look like an avalanche
glacier boyz, twelve million dollars [?]
i’m a civilian i move with the pilgrims
[?] come fly with that glock, robbie williams
my b-tches [?], i need me a jet
double o seven, i stay with the tech
tats on my chest, ice on my neck
she f-ck it though, i’m out in buffalo
keep that sh-t cool when i’m f-cking on another hoe
patek philippe, time i got big boy pakets and vvs diamonds
you said you the sh-t, but i know that you lyin’
diamonds be spicy like cayenne pepper
young n-gga ball like chris webber
i need the key to my city or [?] or something
i walk in the spot and i got the b-tch jumpin’
this b-tch off of the molly, it look like she krumping
big bentley coupe, got the whole engine running
talking, just like a reverend
n-gga i don’t drive no chevron

- lil yachty lyrics

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