Rest In Peace Baby Bubba
Shit crazy man
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't about moolah we can't speak
I can't talk to you
I like my money stacked up neat
All my blue faces faced to the east
I got a swag it's very unique
She got a ass she shaped like a peach
She say she vegan she don't eat meat
Fed her a pill she turned to a freak
Go put my feet in the sand on a beach
We gone eat off the land in these streets
Ima keep me a canon on me
Ima keep me some bands in my jeans
Rest In Peace my nigga Roy Lee
Moment of silence don't make a peak
Can't leave the house without yo heat
It's so cold on these streets
Ima let you in on a lil secret
But you didn't hear this shit from me
Yo potna gone fade on you like bleach
While you out hustling she gone creep
Bitch gone lie right through her teeth
I'm rocking this gold my jewelry ain't cheap
Ain't none of my hoes superior to me
Nigga want smoke cook up the beef
Dispatch my young niggas to yo street
They run in yo shit security breached
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't About moolah we can't speak
(I can't talk to you)
I keep some hustlas on my team
Like 7 Eleven we don't sleep
We got a bunch of mouths to feed
So every block we hit and bleed
I like my shawties real petit
Titties hips thighs cheeks
Dark skin pretty teeth
That pussy dripping like a leak
Gotta stay alert up in these streets
That's why that tool tucked in my briefs
You move too fast I'll let it preach
And give ah nigga the whole speech
That lil bih bad and she ain't cheap
Showed her the bag she turned to a freak
She checked out my swag it's very distinct
I'm not in ya league don't try to compete
Tryna sit me ass on leather seats
Put Balenciaga's on my feet
Buy me some land beside a creek
Looking like we won the lottery
You sow them seeds and you gone reap
And Like some new Bornz you gone eat
I'm somewhere way up outta they reach
I'm up like 50k feet
I just touchdown somewhere overseas
I'm tryna take my Day 1's with me
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't About moolah we can't speak
I can't talk to you
New Bornz (feat. Y.O.G Wayne-T) Video (MV)
Performed By: GQ Fettuccine
Language: English
Length: 4:38
Written by: Marquin Lofton, Terrance Thomas
GQ Fettuccine - New Bornz (feat. Y.O.G Wayne-T) Lyrics
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English
Rest In Peace Baby Bubba
Shit crazy man
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't about moolah we can't speak
I can't talk to you
I like my money stacked up neat
All my blue faces faced to the east
I got a swag it's very unique
She got a ass she shaped like a peach
She say she vegan she don't eat meat
Fed her a pill she turned to a freak
Go put my feet in the sand on a beach
We gone eat off the land in these streets
Ima keep me a canon on me
Ima keep me some bands in my jeans
Rest In Peace my nigga Roy Lee
Moment of silence don't make a peak
Can't leave the house without yo heat
It's so cold on these streets
Ima let you in on a lil secret
But you didn't hear this shit from me
Yo potna gone fade on you like bleach
While you out hustling she gone creep
Bitch gone lie right through her teeth
I'm rocking this gold my jewelry ain't cheap
Ain't none of my hoes superior to me
Nigga want smoke cook up the beef
Dispatch my young niggas to yo street
They run in yo shit security breached
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't About moolah we can't speak
(I can't talk to you)
I keep some hustlas on my team
Like 7 Eleven we don't sleep
We got a bunch of mouths to feed
So every block we hit and bleed
I like my shawties real petit
Titties hips thighs cheeks
Dark skin pretty teeth
That pussy dripping like a leak
Gotta stay alert up in these streets
That's why that tool tucked in my briefs
You move too fast I'll let it preach
And give ah nigga the whole speech
That lil bih bad and she ain't cheap
Showed her the bag she turned to a freak
She checked out my swag it's very distinct
I'm not in ya league don't try to compete
Tryna sit me ass on leather seats
Put Balenciaga's on my feet
Buy me some land beside a creek
Looking like we won the lottery
You sow them seeds and you gone reap
And Like some new Bornz you gone eat
I'm somewhere way up outta they reach
I'm up like 50k feet
I just touchdown somewhere overseas
I'm tryna take my Day 1's with me
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't About moolah we can't speak
I can't talk to you
Shit crazy man
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't about moolah we can't speak
I can't talk to you
I like my money stacked up neat
All my blue faces faced to the east
I got a swag it's very unique
She got a ass she shaped like a peach
She say she vegan she don't eat meat
Fed her a pill she turned to a freak
Go put my feet in the sand on a beach
We gone eat off the land in these streets
Ima keep me a canon on me
Ima keep me some bands in my jeans
Rest In Peace my nigga Roy Lee
Moment of silence don't make a peak
Can't leave the house without yo heat
It's so cold on these streets
Ima let you in on a lil secret
But you didn't hear this shit from me
Yo potna gone fade on you like bleach
While you out hustling she gone creep
Bitch gone lie right through her teeth
I'm rocking this gold my jewelry ain't cheap
Ain't none of my hoes superior to me
Nigga want smoke cook up the beef
Dispatch my young niggas to yo street
They run in yo shit security breached
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't About moolah we can't speak
(I can't talk to you)
I keep some hustlas on my team
Like 7 Eleven we don't sleep
We got a bunch of mouths to feed
So every block we hit and bleed
I like my shawties real petit
Titties hips thighs cheeks
Dark skin pretty teeth
That pussy dripping like a leak
Gotta stay alert up in these streets
That's why that tool tucked in my briefs
You move too fast I'll let it preach
And give ah nigga the whole speech
That lil bih bad and she ain't cheap
Showed her the bag she turned to a freak
She checked out my swag it's very distinct
I'm not in ya league don't try to compete
Tryna sit me ass on leather seats
Put Balenciaga's on my feet
Buy me some land beside a creek
Looking like we won the lottery
You sow them seeds and you gone reap
And Like some new Bornz you gone eat
I'm somewhere way up outta they reach
I'm up like 50k feet
I just touchdown somewhere overseas
I'm tryna take my Day 1's with me
Like some new bornz we gone eat
Ah
Ima put all my niggas on feet
Ah
Ima keep all my bitches on fleek
Cut off all ties with these leeches
Hate at an all time high in these streets
Call up the gang we gone meet
Seal yo lips can't have no leaks
Ain't About moolah we can't speak
I can't talk to you
Writer: Marquin Lofton, Terrance Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid