M Huncho - New Era lyrics
[M Huncho - New Era lyrics]
Huncho, I'm on the blocka
Guns and roses 'cause I
Only roll with drummers
Woah
I ball with food somethin' like Ibaka
Pull up, have 'em makin'
Noises like Chewbacca
Woah
(Woah, woah)
I'm on the blocka (Block)
Got devil's food, but this
Ain't Betty Crocker
No
I got the Holy Grail, no Magna Carta (Carta)
I raised some kids, but I am not a father yet
(Facts)
I watched them spendin' money on them Prada
(Prada)
Yeah, I like Prada but the
Devil likes the Prada too
Pull up on the lames I came for Lahmacun
And I don't talk in rooms
Unless I feel the room
The Louis Vuitton
That's why they treat me different
I'm with Lucien Clarke
We skatin' on these bitches
In the green, I was poor
They always treat me different
Now, it's bands, galore (Yeah)
And I can't keep a mistress
And I'm with the cause
Not because it's trendin' and
I sweep the floors
When rappers talkin' figures and
I reap rewards
From all this fruit of labor
I would wear Dior
But I am not a Christian
Huncho, I'm on the blocka (Block)
Guns and roses 'cause I
Only roll with drummers
Woah
I ball with food somethin' like Ibaka
(Ibaka)
Pull up, have 'em makin'
Noises like Chewbacca
Woah
(Woah, woah)
I'm on the blocka (Block)
Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)
Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)
I like my house gated
I don't really want no neighbors
(Facts)
When their ship was drownin'
Huncholini was their savior
(Sunk)
Now they don't behave, I get the Drac'
I'm on my worst behavior
(Worst)
Run the cake up, get the bill paid (Cash)
Finish all your whine, baby, come
Let's fuck for leisure
(Fuck)
Come, let's fuck for pleasure (Fuck)
Fuckin' with my wrist up (Wrist)
Didn't get a look until I went
And got my bread up
(Cash, cash)
Fuck the violations, we put
Bread down for Ukraine
Yeah
Get you down while I'm on business
Somewhere in Odessa
Presser, presser (Press, press) , get a Vespa
The thing got sick, I think I'm sicker
(I think I'm sicker)
Ask Cage, you can ask my bruddas (Woo)
We some pressure, got some diamonds
That shit wasn't no pressure
Anywhere I go, I smoke my spliff
My eyes are redder
But I'm fed up, really fed up
Rappers turned to cappers
Guess we're all in a new era
(Rappers turned to cappers)
Guess we're all in a new era
(Rappers turned to cappers)
Guess we're all in a new era
Guess we're all in a new era
Guns and roses 'cause I
Only roll with drummers
Woah
I ball with food somethin' like Ibaka
Pull up, have 'em makin'
Noises like Chewbacca
Woah
(Woah, woah)
I'm on the blocka (Block)
Got devil's food, but this
Ain't Betty Crocker
No
I got the Holy Grail, no Magna Carta (Carta)
I raised some kids, but I am not a father yet
(Facts)
I watched them spendin' money on them Prada
(Prada)
Yeah, I like Prada but the
Devil likes the Prada too
Pull up on the lames I came for Lahmacun
And I don't talk in rooms
Unless I feel the room
The Louis Vuitton
That's why they treat me different
I'm with Lucien Clarke
We skatin' on these bitches
In the green, I was poor
They always treat me different
Now, it's bands, galore (Yeah)
And I can't keep a mistress
And I'm with the cause
Not because it's trendin' and
I sweep the floors
When rappers talkin' figures and
I reap rewards
From all this fruit of labor
I would wear Dior
But I am not a Christian
Huncho, I'm on the blocka (Block)
Guns and roses 'cause I
Only roll with drummers
Woah
I ball with food somethin' like Ibaka
(Ibaka)
Pull up, have 'em makin'
Noises like Chewbacca
Woah
(Woah, woah)
I'm on the blocka (Block)
Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)
Guess we in a new era (I'm on the blocka)
I like my house gated
I don't really want no neighbors
(Facts)
When their ship was drownin'
Huncholini was their savior
(Sunk)
Now they don't behave, I get the Drac'
I'm on my worst behavior
(Worst)
Run the cake up, get the bill paid (Cash)
Finish all your whine, baby, come
Let's fuck for leisure
(Fuck)
Come, let's fuck for pleasure (Fuck)
Fuckin' with my wrist up (Wrist)
Didn't get a look until I went
And got my bread up
(Cash, cash)
Fuck the violations, we put
Bread down for Ukraine
Yeah
Get you down while I'm on business
Somewhere in Odessa
Presser, presser (Press, press) , get a Vespa
The thing got sick, I think I'm sicker
(I think I'm sicker)
Ask Cage, you can ask my bruddas (Woo)
We some pressure, got some diamonds
That shit wasn't no pressure
Anywhere I go, I smoke my spliff
My eyes are redder
But I'm fed up, really fed up
Rappers turned to cappers
Guess we're all in a new era
(Rappers turned to cappers)
Guess we're all in a new era
(Rappers turned to cappers)
Guess we're all in a new era
Guess we're all in a new era