Letra de New Bills - Elcamino

(Feat. Benny the Butcher)

They are famous for chicken wings

And, and, a terrible football team

And Rick James

Yo, uh, yo, uh, yo, uh

When there was more shit to talk about, and niggas was walking it out

Was with my mom dukes and was tryna make it down south

We all sleeping on the couch, my moms weeping on the couch

Because her back hurt, from all of that sleeping on the couch

Way back before I ever needed me a quarter ounce

I did, but just didn't know I needed me a quarter ounce

I carried the shit that they ain't expect for me to figure out

I did, I can't let a nigga lecture me that never did it big

Words from the wise, you shoot, you never close your eyes

You get it done, remember that I ain't the one who told you lies

He said McDonald's, I wasn't the one who sold you fries

But, like McDonald's, I'm one of them ones who sold you pies

Like your reverend, I'm one of the ones who hold your tithes

Shake you down and fix you up, and fold your tie

And every new rollie come with a loaded nine

Sawed the back off your choppa, but I unfolded mine

Yo, I'm from East Buffalo where them cans go pop

And the plans won't stop unless them grams won't lock

I count money and drive fast, both hands rope tied

So, I'm either at the bank or the lambo shop

I left home and only had a couple dollars, I can't front

But this rate I'm going, I probably buy an island in a month

I'm in Sergio Tacchini, thousand dollar pair of dunks

I'm at the game watching, where they do the commentary from

You see me, AS gold bottles, we drink the pain

This heater stay with me so much, this bitch probably gon' need a name

I pop back up, it feel like Jesus came

Pourin liquor for niggas who died before their legal drinking age

I hope y'all niggas meet y'all karma soon

I see the defense called an audible, cause that's what problem solvers do

Y'all cats chatting in them articles, but y'all rap status dishonorable, tax brackets be marginal

Fuck y'all (nigga)

(Big BSF, you know what it is)

Nahmean, Why wouldn't they hate on you?

They spit on Jesus, They hated Malcolm, man

They hated Michael, anybody who great, nigga

Ah

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