The New Motto Lyrics - Singles - New Boyz

Ben J: 

I'm the new guy, Bill Harrison 

Started this shit and no comparison 

and this is my sound and we embarrassed them 

Sounds so good I had to inherit them 

We at the club and my song's on at the moment 

If it's dealin' with weed and now we all condone it 

Never roll by myself nigga roll 40 

.........??? Got this pussy poppin on me 

I'm turnt, I'm turnt, I'm turnt 

I feel like spendin' cash lil mama go to work 

See I got a red eye 

I'm smokin on a flapper 

Got a leak in them hoes baby girl work the pipe 

It's gettin later in the night 

I rolled up like dice 

Keep this goin go this ex ell don't need a price 

and this girl got nice feet 

Sho the homies want to meet cha 

Oh the show girl well I wouldn't wanna beat her nowww 

How ya feel? How ya feel? How ya feel? 

2-O in every year least make a mill 

When I get my shit pop 

All my shit fadle. Mess with the little homie then all my niggas fadin 

Niggas scrappin on the pavement. Bustas get dealt with 

Riders not rollin I'm going out by myself shitttt 

Hit a dude down tell that big nigga get it 

Sorry for the misunderstanding I'm the real nigga what's up? 

Chorus: 

Now she want a photo 

Pullin on my clothes doe 

Merges in my lane not the model nigga you know 

Man we bout it everyday 

Keep a cup in my possession 

Boy I hit an ?????? 

got another one for the session 

Everyday, Everyday 

Talkin bout it's a recession 

But my money on point 

Checkin me for the lessons 

Legacy: 

Likeee I do moves 

A motherfuckin star 

Treat her like a pail, better fuckin come hard hold up 

I have a lot of sex, so I'm the fuckin man 

You finger 3 models everytime you shake my fuckin hand 

and boppin hoes them poppin off after shows 

L.A. in this bitch and I ain't talkin bout the callll 

Hit the airport with them hands in her bra got my eyes all low like 

my hand writin small hold up 

I be puffin on that dry dry lettuce with 

Shit ain't fly my shit make Wesley Snipes like hetti 

Gonna dye me you should lie and say that you foreignnnn 

All this pussy in my house could you say that I hoardinnnn??? 

You had fun don't regret it at all 

You ain't gotta start to get wet 

Give head in the star 

Right? 

Do without bitches 

Hard to imagine ......"music" 

Dem booty clappin 

The niggas talk bout the hours that they smashin, but they flos like anal 

They're raps a fuckin ass 

This the last shit that we gonna show off tonight 

So I guess in 2012 we gonna blow up twice 

haha 

Chorus: 

Now she want a photo 

Pullin on my clothes doe 

Merges in my lane not the model nigga you know 

Man we bout it everyday 

Keep a cup in my possession 

Boy I hit an ?????? 

got another one for the session 

Everyday, Everyday 

Talkin bout it's a recession 

But my money on point 

Checkin me for the lesson nigga