Dev - BRAND NEW lyrics
[Dev - BRAND NEW lyrics]
Aye, aye whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah, let’s get it yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck
I don’t mean to, but I still flex
Yeah yo’ bitch, she wants me for sex
(Aye, aye)
Yeah she’ll break it down for no check
Yeah I’m riding round town in a foreign
I’m fitted (Whoa, yeah)
I might just pour up a four
Yeah let’s get it
If you come around here, you in my city
(yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
If you see her round here
Then that’s my biddie
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck, yuh
I always mean to, yeah I stay flexing
Brought a bitch down, yeah she quit texting
She from the south, told me she’s a Texan
I told that hoe stop playing, quit messin’
(Messin’) i’ma hit that, it’s my profession
(Profession) yeah you can quit that bro
Just stop checkin’ (Stop checkin’)
That’s my bitch now, didn’t she mention
I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again
Niggas talk, but I can’t complain (Oh nah)
Off these drugs I’m gon’ go insane
But somehow it’s gon’ fix my pain
They say the style’s on point
Yeah, but I gotta still smoke my joint, yeah
(Uh, huh)
Need a bitch to come roll this doink, ye-
And she get down on two joints, yeah
I’m feelin’ like a brand new nigga
Yeah, yeah, top down, countin’ up figures
(yeah we countin’)
If you talk down might get triggers
(yeah you might)
You on my block now don’t get jitters
Yeah I’m rolling, rolling
Rolling off that crystal
Yeah I’m talking ‘bout molly
Don’t get it twisted
Yeah I test my shit before I hit it
Cause out here you can’t trust these niggas
(yeah, yeah, oh no)
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck
I don’t mean to, but I still flex
Yeah yo’ bitch, she wants me for sex
(Aye, aye)
Yeah she’ll break it down for no check
Yeah I’m riding round town in a foreign
I’m fitted (Whoa, yeah)
I might just pour up a four
Yeah let’s get it
If you come around here, you in my city
(yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
If you see her round here
Then that’s my biddie
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck, yuh
I always mean to, yeah I stay flexing
Brought a bitch down, yeah she quit texting
She from the south, told me she’s a Texan
I told that hoe stop playing, quit messin’
(Messin’) i’ma hit that, it’s my profession
(Profession) yeah you can quit that bro
Just stop checkin’ (Stop checkin’)
That’s my bitch now, didn’t she mention
Yeah, yeah, let’s get it yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck
I don’t mean to, but I still flex
Yeah yo’ bitch, she wants me for sex
(Aye, aye)
Yeah she’ll break it down for no check
Yeah I’m riding round town in a foreign
I’m fitted (Whoa, yeah)
I might just pour up a four
Yeah let’s get it
If you come around here, you in my city
(yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
If you see her round here
Then that’s my biddie
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck, yuh
I always mean to, yeah I stay flexing
Brought a bitch down, yeah she quit texting
She from the south, told me she’s a Texan
I told that hoe stop playing, quit messin’
(Messin’) i’ma hit that, it’s my profession
(Profession) yeah you can quit that bro
Just stop checkin’ (Stop checkin’)
That’s my bitch now, didn’t she mention
I’ll say it once and I’ll say it again
Niggas talk, but I can’t complain (Oh nah)
Off these drugs I’m gon’ go insane
But somehow it’s gon’ fix my pain
They say the style’s on point
Yeah, but I gotta still smoke my joint, yeah
(Uh, huh)
Need a bitch to come roll this doink, ye-
And she get down on two joints, yeah
I’m feelin’ like a brand new nigga
Yeah, yeah, top down, countin’ up figures
(yeah we countin’)
If you talk down might get triggers
(yeah you might)
You on my block now don’t get jitters
Yeah I’m rolling, rolling
Rolling off that crystal
Yeah I’m talking ‘bout molly
Don’t get it twisted
Yeah I test my shit before I hit it
Cause out here you can’t trust these niggas
(yeah, yeah, oh no)
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck
I don’t mean to, but I still flex
Yeah yo’ bitch, she wants me for sex
(Aye, aye)
Yeah she’ll break it down for no check
Yeah I’m riding round town in a foreign
I’m fitted (Whoa, yeah)
I might just pour up a four
Yeah let’s get it
If you come around here, you in my city
(yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
If you see her round here
Then that’s my biddie
Yeah I got tats, on arms and my neck, yuh
I always mean to, yeah I stay flexing
Brought a bitch down, yeah she quit texting
She from the south, told me she’s a Texan
I told that hoe stop playing, quit messin’
(Messin’) i’ma hit that, it’s my profession
(Profession) yeah you can quit that bro
Just stop checkin’ (Stop checkin’)
That’s my bitch now, didn’t she mention