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luh tyler - brand new blues lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n+gga, ayy
phew, phew, phew
uh, n+gga, uh, yeah, ayy
yeah, let’s go

[chorus]
i think i’m addicted to this cash, i’m runnin’ through this guap (through this guap, n+gga, yeah)
i’ma just keep snappin’ for the fans, they waitin’ on me to drop (me to drop, n+gga, yeah)
i told you i don’t need no pen and pad, i’m comin’ off my top (off my top)
ayy, these n+ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, man, that sh+t gotta stop (it gotta stop, n+gga, yeah)
these n+ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, like, what the f+ck you on? (what you on? yeah)
don’t need no finger, b+tch, i’m still gon’ snap and that’s on any song (any song, n+gga, yeah)
i see you broke as f+ck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (you movin’ wrong, n+gga, ayy)
i’m chasin’ racks, b+tch, i been catchin’ flights, i can’t pick up the phone (pick up the phone, n+gga, yeah)

[verse]
we on thе way, yeah, we gon’ hit the top, b+tch, i alrеady knew it (already knew it)
see that n+gga ran him up some guap and he already blew it (already blew it, yeah)
n+gga, i be chasin’ after loot, yeah, i be runnin’ to it (runnin’ to it)
i just woke up to some brand new blues, i’m in here thumbin’ through it (n+gga, i’m thumbin’ through it)
woke up and i put that sh+t on, b+tch, i’m flyer than a bird (yeah, bird, n+gga)
n+ggas just be cappin’, b+tch, you know you lyin’ on every verse (the f+ck?)
got them n+ggas sick i ran it up, like, b+tch, go get the nurse (yeah, them n+ggas mad, yeah)
b+tch, i’m in here countin’ up these checks, you’d think it was the first
b+tch, i’m in here geekin’— yeah, n+gga, ayy
b+tch, i’m in here geekin’, high as f+ck, you’d think i was a nerd (what?)
man, i think it’s time to hit the stu’, i’m tryna put in work (put in work, n+gga, yeah)
got money comin’ in from different angles, b+tch, i feel like kurt (feel like kurt, n+gga, ayy)
[chorus]
i think i’m addicted to this cash, i’m runnin’ through this guap (through this guap, n+gga, yeah)
i’ma just keep snappin’ for the fans, they waitin’ on me to drop (on me to drop, n+gga, yeah)
i told you i don’t need no pen and pad, i’m comin’ off my top (straight off my top, yeah)
ayy, these n+ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, man, that sh+t gotta stop (it gotta stop, n+gga)
these n+ggas chasin’ hoes before the bag, like, what the f+ck you on? (like, what you on, n+gga? yeah)
don’t need no finger, b+tch, i’m still gon’ snap and that’s on any song (on any song, n+gga, yeah)
i see you broke as f+ck, my pockets right, you must be moving wrong (you movin’ wrong, n+gga, yeah)
i’m chasin’ racks, b+tch, i been catchin’ flights, i can’t pick up the phone (pick up the phone, n+gga, yeah)

[outro]
phew, phew, ski

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