New Addition
Bobby Brown, a rap game I'm the New Addition
Up the glizzy got a pussy singing like he Britney
I tried to stop the use of drugs. I'm feeling like a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa Sprite
Geek out my mind gone outta sight
I remember fourth grade I was pulling a kick door
couldn't bring the guns to the crib so we hid in the Bando
12 Come, run, jump the fence then I'm gone
Feel like ET I'm phoning my brother at home
She turn Macaulay when she Home Alone,
Oraxle shit, amethyst stone
Pray to God but protected by chrome
I did this shit, but it ain't for the week hearten
I was on the court sharing a ball, but now I hog, like Harden
Take what I want. They got a copy but don't even get me started
Fearless lion, imma attacked the target
If she fuck with me, then she off the market
At the FinishLine like I'm shopping starters
Try and trade the cloud I don't wanna barter
Paste the flow they my sons and daughters
Big closet Ill still rock the same fit like I'm Timmy turner
No Designer, I can't pray for Burners
Already got one I heat him like burner
Word on the street my voice sound like sermons
I got the field on lock like Sherman
Working my nerves baby I ain't perfect
Never block on Gram, but the opps be lurking
Can't ride with these drugs the cops be working
No, Jenny Aniston the picture be perfect
Bobby Brown, a rap game I'm the New Addition
Up the glizzy got a pussy singing like he Britney
I tried to stop the use of drugs. I'm feeling like a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa Sprite
Geek out my mind gone outta sight
Bobby Brown, a rap game I'm the New Addition
Up the glizzy got a pussy singing like he Britney
I tried to stop the use of drugs. I'm feeling like a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa Sprite
Geek out my mind gone outta sight
Up the glizzy got a pussy singing like he Britney
I tried to stop the use of drugs. I'm feeling like a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa Sprite
Geek out my mind gone outta sight
I remember fourth grade I was pulling a kick door
couldn't bring the guns to the crib so we hid in the Bando
12 Come, run, jump the fence then I'm gone
Feel like ET I'm phoning my brother at home
She turn Macaulay when she Home Alone,
Oraxle shit, amethyst stone
Pray to God but protected by chrome
I did this shit, but it ain't for the week hearten
I was on the court sharing a ball, but now I hog, like Harden
Take what I want. They got a copy but don't even get me started
Fearless lion, imma attacked the target
If she fuck with me, then she off the market
At the FinishLine like I'm shopping starters
Try and trade the cloud I don't wanna barter
Paste the flow they my sons and daughters
Big closet Ill still rock the same fit like I'm Timmy turner
No Designer, I can't pray for Burners
Already got one I heat him like burner
Word on the street my voice sound like sermons
I got the field on lock like Sherman
Working my nerves baby I ain't perfect
Never block on Gram, but the opps be lurking
Can't ride with these drugs the cops be working
No, Jenny Aniston the picture be perfect
Bobby Brown, a rap game I'm the New Addition
Up the glizzy got a pussy singing like he Britney
I tried to stop the use of drugs. I'm feeling like a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa Sprite
Geek out my mind gone outta sight
Bobby Brown, a rap game I'm the New Addition
Up the glizzy got a pussy singing like he Britney
I tried to stop the use of drugs. I'm feeling like a Whitney.
Baby stop the kap Cuz you knew this shit came with me
Get to the mic, artistry my life, solo my cup put pain on ice
I was in Charger making Mud outa Sprite
Geek out my mind gone outta sight
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Writer(s): Gerald Miller
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