Letras: Lil' Wayne. Otras Canciones. Brand New.
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-Chorus-
Ridin' Round Tha City with some brand new heat, Brand new car, Brand new feet, Brand new seats, brand new smell, Put out tha roach, Light a brand new \"L\",
Fuck You bitch I'm actin' brand new, Fuck You Bitch My shirt brand new, Fuck You bitch my shoes brand new, Fuck you bitch I'm actin brand New.
I'm cold like a midnight in Aspen, I am tha president and the assasine, Cameras on, big lights, Action, Welcome to tha show I am the main attraction.
Money In tha Mattress, Money in tha attic, Money on my mind, Money is my habit,
Stay on the grind until money's automatic,
Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanatic.
Always Strapped, Grip tight Graspin, Say what? Who me? Click clack Blast 'em.
Crome twenty fours, Tires thin like napkins,Gotta ride big cause I am like a captain, You know I'm a boss, Cillin, Relaxin, Probably In my office, Doin my taxes. You Little Nigga's so not in my bracket and I Don't even have time to practice.
-Repeat Chorus-
Lookin' real Nice,
Ridiculous Price, Your camera ain't never seen a picture this Nice, I'm fishin' and tha bitches will bite, It's probably cause my game is fixodent tight, Right I'm fuckin' every bad bitch twice and if she don't wear panties then I fuck her on site, I'm nasty like spice, I know what she like, I can make a black women scream like she white, I can make a white women scream like Mike, But before she start singin' she gotta check my Mic, Nigga's just hatin' and I done lost site, It's like I don't see 'em I only see tha Light, Talkin that shit but your boys just Hype, I hope you bring a gun to the Fight, Aight? Louiville Tennis shoes, Bigg Brown strip..You think you freshh, shit nigga I'm Ripe.
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Okay, Brand new Coup Drivin' crazy than a mutha, Sittin' low in tha seat, With tha burner sittin' unda, Got my Tank top back, and it prolly ain't summer, But I ride like that cause I'm hotter than the others, Damn It's low keepin' up with tha brother man, I can spell my name in burnt rubber, I'm gone, Leave me alone Now the dog is at supper you can watch my plate and put it back in the cupboard..Mmm, I'm so far ahead of these Suckers, Imma have to start rappin' in numbers..I promise, The flow don't stop I come rappin' like thunderr, I bet you hide under your covers..HAHA!
-Repeat Chorus-
(Thanks to Cherelle for these lyrics)
-Chorus-
Ridin' Round Tha City with some brand new heat, Brand new car, Brand new feet, Brand new seats, brand new smell, Put out tha roach, Light a brand new \"L\",
Fuck You bitch I'm actin' brand new, Fuck You Bitch My shirt brand new, Fuck You bitch my shoes brand new, Fuck you bitch I'm actin brand New.
I'm cold like a midnight in Aspen, I am tha president and the assasine, Cameras on, big lights, Action, Welcome to tha show I am the main attraction.
Money In tha Mattress, Money in tha attic, Money on my mind, Money is my habit,
Stay on the grind until money's automatic,
Bitch I love money I'm a fucking fanatic.
Always Strapped, Grip tight Graspin, Say what? Who me? Click clack Blast 'em.
Crome twenty fours, Tires thin like napkins,Gotta ride big cause I am like a captain, You know I'm a boss, Cillin, Relaxin, Probably In my office, Doin my taxes. You Little Nigga's so not in my bracket and I Don't even have time to practice.
-Repeat Chorus-
Lookin' real Nice,
Ridiculous Price, Your camera ain't never seen a picture this Nice, I'm fishin' and tha bitches will bite, It's probably cause my game is fixodent tight, Right I'm fuckin' every bad bitch twice and if she don't wear panties then I fuck her on site, I'm nasty like spice, I know what she like, I can make a black women scream like she white, I can make a white women scream like Mike, But before she start singin' she gotta check my Mic, Nigga's just hatin' and I done lost site, It's like I don't see 'em I only see tha Light, Talkin that shit but your boys just Hype, I hope you bring a gun to the Fight, Aight? Louiville Tennis shoes, Bigg Brown strip..You think you freshh, shit nigga I'm Ripe.
-Repeat Chorus-
Okay, Brand new Coup Drivin' crazy than a mutha, Sittin' low in tha seat, With tha burner sittin' unda, Got my Tank top back, and it prolly ain't summer, But I ride like that cause I'm hotter than the others, Damn It's low keepin' up with tha brother man, I can spell my name in burnt rubber, I'm gone, Leave me alone Now the dog is at supper you can watch my plate and put it back in the cupboard..Mmm, I'm so far ahead of these Suckers, Imma have to start rappin' in numbers..I promise, The flow don't stop I come rappin' like thunderr, I bet you hide under your covers..HAHA!
-Repeat Chorus-
(Thanks to Cherelle for these lyrics)
Lil Wayne
The Drought Is Over: Part.