Lyrics:
from a hurricane flood (yea),
Killin em softly
do I still believe in love? (yea)
shakin demons up off me
Angel's avenuin from above (yea)
do what
[Intro]
(Brand New) x5
[Hook: Kanye West] x2
I don't like it unless it's (brand new)
You might see me in my (brand new) whip
With my (brand new
And a first aid kit
Ladies love my drip
Mix some real madrid
With my skinny jeans
And by any means
I block out my fiends
And follow up my dreams
Waiting for
by your side
Fuck this shit I been on a hustle
Fuck it am living this life
She always trippin on me
Told you I got a new game
I call it smash
grade, mom and dad decided to move
Once upon a time, there was a new kid on the block
In the Chicago area called Morgan Park
Apartment to a house so it was
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
grounded in a way that they come out
In what you said and protection and love
And -and -they're going - they're channeled
In a different way
Kanye: I think I
suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love
Baby, I'm extra large in magnitude
And Magnum's the lubrication that I use
To chose which hole
Honest with you
Baby you are my desire
Girl i love your body
And i love the way you smile
Girl i know you want it
I can see it in your eyes
Do it all night
Aw you don't believe in me baby you ain't got to
Get on to the next I ain't about to try to stop you
I was blinded by the fact that a Nigga had
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
was a writer too, I figure I'm in my lane
‘Round 8 or 7 I fell in love with rap sh**
cll I really needed was 86 hours of practice
I'm lying, more like
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
to wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (you're all, all
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
think I found my new inner chi cause your inner thighs taste so yummy
You came back, you want round two, my turn to start using you
I can tell by the way
premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you
(right time)
When I get her Imma grab her by the wrist
Pull her close to me, hug her and tell her this
[Chorus]
Baby you should let me love you, let
ass some money is when you done smashing
These hoes ain't ever been loyal word to my nigga Breezy
You may be in love but before she was with you she was
no rhyme or reason, spit it dope and follow Jesus
Wonder if the world could give a fuck about what I believe in
Don't cry, my love, you can put that
the Eiffel Tower
The block was home and Africa
Was too far for power then I knew
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't and you
mirror
Cam in the dash, no rearview mirror
If the money talk, I'ma hear you clearer
Pretty brown skin, lookin' like the new Lira
Shawty timeless, it
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