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Youngworldibi - New Thing Lyrics



Youngworldibi - New Thing Lyrics




Its your boy on the track
Putting the heat to it
See em move em
Squeeze that thing till his brain oozing
You big dummy these big trucks
We run through you
The muzzle to you
At point blank when it hum through you
Gloves off now bet im knocking you all off
What I call soft plus trash
Getting you all tossed
Im the big boss anyway
See me better run
Sci fi watch em levitate
When that thing get sprayed
This the school of the hard knocks
And not college
Why acknowledge it
Talking tough but I won't buy it
Complete silence
What they kicking these suckers frying
This aint a race
You in a run wit a damn tyrant
Here to knock yall wigs off
Your top come off
Maggots on this sick anal
Getting your salad tossed
Back and on and spit stink
With a stiff one for your girl
Lipity lip she getting to lick lick
Have your chick wide open
And aint no sugar coating
Just let her suck me dry
Until the white choke her
Next stroke her surf board or row boat her
Titty pinch choke her
Them legs spread on the damn sofa
These bars unreal hitting the kill switch
Still ditch em
Dead bodies taking a field trip ya get it
Laying in dirt or playing in mud
Really he thug
More like lady playing in suds

Its time for getting it
Been dropping for a minute
Hear wut yall be kicking
Just laughing at you niggaz
Cake stack it bigger
Revving like a pick up
All about them figures
Care less about you niggaz
You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys
So hit the booth and get to blowing
Got that oh boy
And aint no worries got the blue flame
Chicks they loose things
When i pull up in that new thing

Man I aint with that lame stuff
Frivolous talk
Kill it if it barks white pigs
Legs em trace you in chalk
Your type scared nightmares
Like you scared of the dark
Call it picking thoughts
You like the wild leave you stretched in the park
Im a savage eating
Dudes just has beens
Them big black bags you stuff
And put in a trash bin
This my boat and yall pawns
Im the head captain
About that action
On your chick like a damn mattress
Ran outta that time
Im cleaning your clock
Leaking when he shot
Slow roast leave em bleeding in blots
That means spots for you dumb dudes
Who dont get it
So illiterate so sickening
I dont get it
Pick up a book go learn something
Your brain function
Instead of being these dumb dumbs
Their brains farting
So Martian out this world
Got bigger portions
Skills morphing to something bigger
Your shit oyster
Guess that means you too small
So step on you bugs
And watch em splat on the floor
Dont care if you thug
And anything I gotta say
I say to your face
And plus what you make
Taking half a piece off ya plats

Its time for getting it
Been dropping for a minute
Hear wut yall be kicking
Just laughing at you niggaz
Cake stack it bigger
Revving like a pick up
All about them figures
Care less about you niggaz
You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys
So hit the booth and get to blowing
Got that oh boy
And aint no worries got the blue flame
Chicks they loose things
When i pull up in that new thing

These bars dont end
You boys punching a time clock
Ticking time bomb slow creep
Hitting your blind spot
Now i got em
Like a lady in apple bottoms
Her titties wobble
Milk the chick for a baby bottle
Been the man hard loose weapon
Now who stepping
Long arm stretch em
Like im giving out pool sessions
Who testing this hard
Your crew tensive
Not worth a mention
Think you belong in the kids section
With them abc raps youre childs play
Ill ghostwrite for you
These other losers they downgrades
You know the saying you dummy
Why settle for less
When guns in west burn slow
Let it melt in chest
One to your neck fist fight
Arm break like a stem
Put em to bed quite scared
Like he talk to the dead
Numero uno
Nam a homie that you know
Hotter than this
If you do giving cudos
Highly doubt it cuz musically
One of a kind
A needle in a haystack
Except much harder to find
Ahead of my time
Probably thinking im loosing my mind
The way they designed
You do your best to keep up wit these lines

Its time for getting it
Been dropping for a minute
Hear wut yall be kicking
Just laughing at you niggaz
Cake stack it bigger
Revving like a pick up
All about them figures
Care less about you niggaz
You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys
So hit the booth and get to blowing
Got that oh boy
And aint no worries got the blue flame
Chicks they loose things
When i pull up in that new thing
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Its your boy on the track
Putting the heat to it
See em move em
Squeeze that thing till his brain oozing
You big dummy these big trucks
We run through you
The muzzle to you
At point blank when it hum through you
Gloves off now bet im knocking you all off
What I call soft plus trash
Getting you all tossed
Im the big boss anyway
See me better run
Sci fi watch em levitate
When that thing get sprayed
This the school of the hard knocks
And not college
Why acknowledge it
Talking tough but I won't buy it
Complete silence
What they kicking these suckers frying
This aint a race
You in a run wit a damn tyrant
Here to knock yall wigs off
Your top come off
Maggots on this sick anal
Getting your salad tossed
Back and on and spit stink
With a stiff one for your girl
Lipity lip she getting to lick lick
Have your chick wide open
And aint no sugar coating
Just let her suck me dry
Until the white choke her
Next stroke her surf board or row boat her
Titty pinch choke her
Them legs spread on the damn sofa
These bars unreal hitting the kill switch
Still ditch em
Dead bodies taking a field trip ya get it
Laying in dirt or playing in mud
Really he thug
More like lady playing in suds

Its time for getting it
Been dropping for a minute
Hear wut yall be kicking
Just laughing at you niggaz
Cake stack it bigger
Revving like a pick up
All about them figures
Care less about you niggaz
You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys
So hit the booth and get to blowing
Got that oh boy
And aint no worries got the blue flame
Chicks they loose things
When i pull up in that new thing

Man I aint with that lame stuff
Frivolous talk
Kill it if it barks white pigs
Legs em trace you in chalk
Your type scared nightmares
Like you scared of the dark
Call it picking thoughts
You like the wild leave you stretched in the park
Im a savage eating
Dudes just has beens
Them big black bags you stuff
And put in a trash bin
This my boat and yall pawns
Im the head captain
About that action
On your chick like a damn mattress
Ran outta that time
Im cleaning your clock
Leaking when he shot
Slow roast leave em bleeding in blots
That means spots for you dumb dudes
Who dont get it
So illiterate so sickening
I dont get it
Pick up a book go learn something
Your brain function
Instead of being these dumb dumbs
Their brains farting
So Martian out this world
Got bigger portions
Skills morphing to something bigger
Your shit oyster
Guess that means you too small
So step on you bugs
And watch em splat on the floor
Dont care if you thug
And anything I gotta say
I say to your face
And plus what you make
Taking half a piece off ya plats

Its time for getting it
Been dropping for a minute
Hear wut yall be kicking
Just laughing at you niggaz
Cake stack it bigger
Revving like a pick up
All about them figures
Care less about you niggaz
You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys
So hit the booth and get to blowing
Got that oh boy
And aint no worries got the blue flame
Chicks they loose things
When i pull up in that new thing

These bars dont end
You boys punching a time clock
Ticking time bomb slow creep
Hitting your blind spot
Now i got em
Like a lady in apple bottoms
Her titties wobble
Milk the chick for a baby bottle
Been the man hard loose weapon
Now who stepping
Long arm stretch em
Like im giving out pool sessions
Who testing this hard
Your crew tensive
Not worth a mention
Think you belong in the kids section
With them abc raps youre childs play
Ill ghostwrite for you
These other losers they downgrades
You know the saying you dummy
Why settle for less
When guns in west burn slow
Let it melt in chest
One to your neck fist fight
Arm break like a stem
Put em to bed quite scared
Like he talk to the dead
Numero uno
Nam a homie that you know
Hotter than this
If you do giving cudos
Highly doubt it cuz musically
One of a kind
A needle in a haystack
Except much harder to find
Ahead of my time
Probably thinking im loosing my mind
The way they designed
You do your best to keep up wit these lines

Its time for getting it
Been dropping for a minute
Hear wut yall be kicking
Just laughing at you niggaz
Cake stack it bigger
Revving like a pick up
All about them figures
Care less about you niggaz
You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys
So hit the booth and get to blowing
Got that oh boy
And aint no worries got the blue flame
Chicks they loose things
When i pull up in that new thing
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Writer: Wilbert Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave




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Performed By: Youngworldibi
Length: 4:27
Written by: Wilbert Robinson

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