true new wave - stress lyrics
shorty:
making money, writing cheques
i don’t need the stress
you’ve been laying low, telling me what we’ll do next
in you i believe in less
acting like you are the best
how’d i get raided and end up with no arrests
making money, writing cheques
i don’t need the stress
shawty think she got me, all she offering is s+x
i won’t open up her texts
i don’t leave that sh+t on read
after what she said
i left b+tch in her bed
she just sent another text
:
i just sent another text, trapping too hard, got the pigs watching my yard
yeah im still muslim, i dont f+ck with bacon, thats haram
and im still getting money, yeah you know thats calm (thats calm)
im only nineteen and i got a county line
thats organized crime, my life is on the line
got the cops always tryna tap my phone and bug my lines
f+ck these n+ggas, spot them circling my block like seven times
when im in the crown im either blowing cash or choppin up coke, doin lines (doin lines)
doll b+tches tryna catch me up, they fine (thats fine)
b+tch im in the city for business, but im always missing flights
shorty:
making money, writing cheques
i don’t need the stress
you’ve been laying low, telling me what we’ll do next
in you i believe in less
acting like you are the best
how’d i get raided and end up with no arrests
making money, writing cheques
i don’t need the stress
shawty think she got me, all she offering is s+x
i won’t open up her texts
i don’t leave that sh+t on read
after what she said
i left b+tch in her bed
she just sent another text
quinx:
see im on my grind, i let my watch work
she try play with my time not how my clock work
i leave a smirk, yeah thats my perk, yeah thats my artwork
if she a dummy, imma shoot her like some moffert
b+tch, heavy steppas on my f+cking feat
pullin up with h+lla g’s and two seater beams
and we like it when its clean, booty fresh as me, uh
and im pulling up with choppas cause we shoot the team
sh+t im a new man
fresh out j+pan, im rocking new clans
sh+t b+tch this ain’t clash of clans
cause imma pull up with my ‘coc’, like b+tch, “im the man”
shorty:
making money, writing cheques
i don’t need the stress
you’ve been laying low, telling me what we’ll do next
in you i believe in less
acting like you are the best
how’d i get raided and end up with no arrests
making money, writing cheques
i don’t need the stress
shawty think she got me, all she offering is s+x
i won’t open up her texts
i don’t leave that sh+t on read
after what she said
i left b+tch in her bed
she just sent another text
(imagine if it looped)
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