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New Kids
- Keep the new kids off the block
- protecting my name frosty schotz
- glock /on/my /waste/ for anybodytryna enter this place
- My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
- To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
- I ain't looking in her eyes but her face
- To be great, i'm giving it all it takes
- Move like i’m walking with an open case
- Mugshot my own criminals face
- fuck you cop, nibble on my cock
- handle my own, thats how we rock
- Keep the new kids off the block
- no time for thieves feinin rocks
- ever body gots there own cologne
- and i can smell it, when i get home
- so befo you run up in my place
- make sure you pray to heavens gates
- Situation is simple, go behind me, find yoself in a pickle
- He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little
- he wont even notice, grab that AR and leave the pistol
- silly mother fucker gonna lie to my face, doubtfull
- I'm bold and i'm golden knock you out, so throw in the towel.
- So i will smoke dope ,loading bowel after bowel.
- after I invited you in, you gonna lay this shit down
- what goes around comes around, runaround
- Baby doll, check it out: i get around
- Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round
- My niggas clownbring a pound
- They can’t even come around
- Walking on the ground
- I drive that all around
- Now that's six cops found on that ground
- Come wit me you'll smoke around
- Even if i miss she gon' rebound
- I've been a pro, but now i'm profound
- no time for thieves feinin rocks
- ever body gots there own cologne
- and i can smell it, when i get home
- so befo you run up in my place
- make sure you pray to heavens gates
- This will continue as the story unfolds
- Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes
- My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks
- One of us fuckedup, and homy heaven is no joke
- so keep on lying out yo teeth, soon enough we gonna meet
- Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
- My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
- Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street
- Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet
- Cause i got a big fetish with the feet
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