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slump6s - new year, same me! lyrics

[intro]
it’s a new year not a new me, uh
stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, uh
stacking my money, yeah, straight to the ceiling, now she all on me, she a groupie, uh
you not a vet’ you a newbie, uh
i’m up in the foreign the the two seat, uh
we finna slide in the 2 seat, uh
this a new patek, a new piece, uh

[chorus]
it’s a new year not a new me, uh
stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, uh
stacking my money, yеah, straight to the ceiling, now she all on mе, she a groupie, uh
you not a vet’ you a newbie, uh
i’m whipping in the foreign the the two seat, uh
we finna slide in the two seat, uh
this a new patek, a new piece, uh
i ain’t a whistle but it really don’t make no sense, wonder why this sh+t blew me, uh
i told that boy “back, back, back!”
this choppa go “blat blat blat”, it sound like a new speaker
i drop a tape and now all of my money coming in, i might go buy some new sneakers
if you want a problem, i’ll send out all of my f+cking shooters’ to find out where you be, uh

[verse]
they like “slump how the h+ll do you do it?”
i just turned 16, now i can drive so i might just go cop me a buick
she hit me up on the spam talking about she gonna eat me up, need her to prove it
hunnids on hunnids, on hunnids, on hunnids, on hunnids, ok let’s do it (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas staying on my hip, it look like a guitar, i ain’t talkin’ acoustic, uh
i told that hoe’ to bust down, n+gga shout to blueface, i’m counting the blue strips, uh
i’m up in la, not talking bout’ pj, man shoutout kawhi but i just got a new clip, uh
i see a lot of these old n+ggas dropping and hating on me, ion f+ck’ with they new sh+t, uh
ay , gang
that lil’ hoe’ tryna reach on my chain
no marjety, this chop finna bang
i’m in portland, been cooling wit’ dame
n+gga talk down on me, what a shame
can’t compete like bro, we not the same
i’ve been getting cake, getting cake
600 laughing to the bank, to the bank
[chorus]
it’s a new year not a new me, uh
stacking my bread, getting blue cheese, uh
stacking my money, yeah straight to the ceiling, now she all on me, she a groupie, uh
you not a vet’ you a newbie, uh
i’m whipping in the foreign, the the two seat, uh
we finna slide in the two seat, uh
this a new patek, a new piece, uh
i ain’t a whistle but it really don’t make no sense, wonder why this sh+t blew me, uh
i told that boy “back, back, back!”
this choppa go “blat blat blat”, it sound like a new speaker
i drop a tape and now all of my money coming in, i might go buy some new sneakers
if you want a problem, i’ll send out all of my f+cking shooters’ to find out where you be, uh
(ay, gang)

- slump6s lyrics

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