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obn jay - new wave lyrics

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[intro]
ayy, oh, oh, oh

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, real easy on a b+tch, uh
feeling myself, whop bezzy on a b+tch (yeah)
snub nose, hop out the corner, then push the—, ah, ah, ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
pour the cup, don’t do no playin’ in this b+tch, this ain’t play ball (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i say pour another shot, i’m tryna get up out my body
these jewels on my neck, a bad b+tch right beside me
yeah, i’m too cold, score the ice like it’s hockey
and they ain’t never seen this sh+t before, so they watch me
bowls sold, cabinets full of that sh+t
bad b+tch just wanna eat me, almost threw up on that d+ck
everything around me off they top, they ruthless on some sh+t
i hear the rumors, f+ck the folks, boy, but they can’t stand the truth, it’s this
yeah, yeah, i’m the sickest, like to think
pour the drank, yeah, yeah
this a night another shot, can’t think, yeah, yeah
fashion lord, i’m the sickest and i can’t go
young n+gga, more than fifty in a durango
dress up on these n+ggas and k!ll them, and now the case closed
stack another hundred, i’m comin’ and it won’t take long
flyin’ ‘cross the country, converted that sh+t to pesos
1942 on the balcony, break her backbone
swappin’ out the whips, feel like i stole it when i drive home
rappin’ on them beats, this plug was juggin’ with the trap phone
pop up on these b+tches, dress ’em down, she say, “godd+mn”
took another psi’, and now i’m high like, “bing, bam, bam” (bam)
[chorus]
real easy on a b+tch, uh
feeling myself, whop bezzy on a b+tch (yeah)
snub nose, hop out the corner, then push the—, ah, ah, ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
pour the cup, don’t do no playin’ in this b+tch, this ain’t play ball (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
all these f+ckin’ chrome hearts, i can go build me up a sword
threw me in the game, i had to shine, b+tch, i ain’t have no choice
cup filled to the rim and plus, a n+gga smokin’ doinks
talk to a rattin’ b+tch
i ain’t f+ckin’ with no oinks
chrome hearts mixed with lanvins, that lil’ n+gga jay annoying
konnichiwa, this my lil’ baby, she gon’ eat me in the foreign
konnichiwa, this my lil’ baby, she gon’ eat me in the foreign



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