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liamette - new me, old you كلمات الأغنية

[producer tag]
(what a mvrxxn!)

[intro]
don’t talk you won’t get touch
we walked and road that bus
team anti-fold that us
my n-ggas sold that dust
we keep it rare like trust
we must enjoy those up
my girl gone hold my cup

[verse 1]
these dreams so new
that b-tch so cute
new me, old you
i been told you

[hook]
my heart brings pain
whole team
one lane
these whips
drove range
smoke gas
propane

[verse 2]
these n-ggas talk but they don’t really know me
in party i be chilling where the hoes be
don’t be drinking but they p-ssing me a 40
yo’ b-tch catching b-lls like she the goalie
i just be g-ssing the weed
lately it’s all that need
lately i talk in my sleep
the treasure gone come out of me
they call me the deacon
i preach
i’m running the game in my cleats
like playing the game with the cheats
the demons be coming for me

[hook]
my heart brings pain
whole team
one lane
these whips
drove range
smoke gas
propane
this cannot be
these drugs got me

[producer tag]
(what a mvrxxn!)

- liamette

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