Brand New Kicks

Good evening

Town folk

Country folk

City folk

Rednecks colors and Spaniards

And anything in between

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Brand new kicks to match my new outfits

I still roll wit project chicks

And I know I make yall ni**as sick

I move crumbs to bricks

Too fly rides

Wood frame playa leather inside

That's dat high definition tv live

Check the chain, check the wrist, check the buckle

Aye neon, the flyest the freshest the coldest

The smoothest to ever to walk this earth and I knows this

High dats probably from purple puffin and drumsticks

I got enough game to spit this rap through a whole chick

It ain't me actin' 'cause see dis homie I'm choosen

Wrist all bliss because my watch is all slowed and

My life photo shoots see daily I be posin'

I hit the club and git it poppin til its closin

I take you back in the days bugs bunny j's

Low cut fade and them Cartier shades

Pimpin' until I'm dead and gone somewhere in the

Remember what special ed said I got it made

Play games wit me boy you gon need first aid

Im bout money you bout trickin' we ain't on the same page

A honey grant for a feature fresh lets get paid

From head to toe I'm g'd up

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We doin' big stuff rippin' the grain and big trucks

Sippin' champagne with some ducks makin' big bucks

Wow! ain't no limit to my bank account

Wow! look at this check you see dat amount?

My wardrobe go across the globe

That's how it is when you release eight million sold

That's cool if I go gold

'Cause Ima read fo shows on this punkhold

Got the Benz that new range bout to git that bump

Plus got some new shit that you ain't never seen

All alone

Aye don't hate let the playas play

Before I hit you wit dat cake

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I your kicks is crispy and yo fit is spiffy go head

If yo cake is jiffy and you richer den richy go head

If chick is pretty and you run the city go head

If yo pimpin' is strong and yo money is long go head

See all those other dude bedroom

Smell dat Gucci and me playa

Next thing you know they in my bedroom

My name speaks for whats up she give me some heads on

Rubys all in my charm lookin' like a red moona

Head cocked bandana reppin' for the block

Gang cocked guess some coward wanna take my spot

Law will run away from me I guess I'm that hot

Usta be fellen now its co slot-a-lot

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Yes you know who it is

Its yo boy once again ching-a-ling

My homeboy Manny Fresh on the track ya digg

We gon do this one from the end onto the atl man

We gon keep it so fly so fresh and so clean

Ya dig what I'm sayin'

G I b yeah!