It's the Pre Wave, on the New Wave
Yeah, yeah, yeah
20 choppas make them oppa's learn to dance
I got paper cuts, I've been throwing a lot of bands
Your bitch she wana pay me for a gram
I say baby let me throw that money on your ass
And we all killers and we all thrillers
Bitch I'm Michael Jackson thrillin' in a Margiela
Bitch I'm blowing out of space stacking tall figures
I'm not pressing on the gas cos your bitch she wana bust it, bust it
Now she in my room wana tuss it, tuss it
Let me count up all the racks we ain't gotta rush it
Yeah she on the way (What?)
Wana Fornicate (What?)
She just wana uh (What?)
Sound like no debate (What?)
Non so chi sei, sembri Una faccia da merda!
Prima di parlare duecento volte pensa,
Siamo New Wave questa broda non ti spetta
Presente cio' che sei? Sei tutto cio' che non ci rappresenta!
(Ah) Diamanti al collo sono bagnato fradicio,
MB C63 è un viaggio rapido,
Non siamo pussy abbiamo fumo nel manico
Entro a casa tua scateno del panico,
Dite quello che volete, non scendiamo giù!
Fate quello che volte, andremo sempre su!
Get it how i want it
Get it how i live
It ain't trickin' if u got it
Nigga what's the deal
Couple bands on his head
Now he running from me
I fucked his babymomma twice
He ain't do nun
Los olas
Yeah u know i keep da burner on me
High times
Smokin cookies for my cali homies
Rip
The top shottah
Don dodda sami
Alotta niggas cant relate
Try n search for it
Staying focused
Got my eyes on the prize
I could see thru these phony niggas in disguise
And the ignorant ones 2 who wann try n despise
Keep my circle tight
Keep my circle right
Nasa family filled wit mob ties
If it ain't bout the money tell me wat da business is
Bitch we stay wit dem rackz nigga