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otm - new era كلمات أغنية

[chorus: blue pesos]
it’s the new era, this ain’t the nineties
we don’t do the d_ckie suits with the chucks, that ain’t west no more (young kid, you made this?)
i know we just chalkzoned your friend, but just let that go (n_ggas get shot up every day)
i am not these other rappers, just to let you know
where the cheese? b_tch, please, i got places to be
if he say he want smoke, put his face on a tee
i hopped up off the porch when i was young and i stayed in the street
it took you six months to savе up what i made in a week

[verse 1: blue pesos]
sock it to my pockets, lil’ baby, ’cause talkin’ is chеap
ring, ring, who that callin’? i think that’s ben franklin
opps in my dms, n_ggas woofin’, i don’t entertain it
if he ain’t go and make that diss, he probably would’ve made it
considered famous and it’s crazy, still be livin’ janky
get up in that mode off this drank, i’m off that good quagen
gotta keep your own strap ’cause can’t n0body save you
i got the la swag for real, just take a look at it
my white n_gga holdin’ a chop’, he look like b rabbit
lookin’ for the yen, spotted susie, then i chinstrapped her
gettin’ to the dough, nonstop, taekwon’ master
do the foreigns on forgiatos, not the low riders, b_tch

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
it’s the new era, this ain’t the nineties
we don’t do the d_ckie suits with the chucks, that ain’t west no more
i know we just chalkzoned your friend, but just let that go
i am not these other rappers, just to let you know
where the cheese? b_tch, please, i got places to be
if he say he want smoke, put his face on a tee
i hopped up off the porch when i was young and i stayed in the street
it took you six months to save up what i made in a week (sh_t)
[verse 2: duffy]
how much i make to talk on beats? you wouldn’t believe
strapped my cleats up, my whole team got cases to beat
for y’all that’s playin’ in between, it’s some sh_t up my sleeve
pull up in they hood with five foreigns, we bleedin’ the scene (huh)
30 clip, i’ll dump the whole magazine
n_ggas in the house like quarantine, i’m where that money be
i just poured another three of drank, that’s gon’ replenish me
it was a close game, but off the mussle took the victory
i’ll serve a n_gga on a silver platter
yeah, i heard your homie got flatlined, it doesn’t matter
it’s 2024, n_gga, we ain’t wearin’ flannels
got love for the old school, it’s just a lil’ different now
get a bag, the blue faces, n_ggas makin’ mad faces
n_gga, we don’t tote rags, or no red and blue laces
i don’t want no hydraulics, we in foreigns drag racin’
rockin’ with some 6_o’s and west b’s, that’s just la sh_t
mob sh_t, name good with locs and go_getters
from the block to the blade with the pimps and ho b_tches
dope dealers find my pints, the seal still up on the bottle
ridin’ ’round with semi autos, push this b_tch full throttle
see you hangin’ with them n_ggas, that ain’t west, lil’ bro
i pulled up and i was told this ain’t they hood no more
b_tch, i’m married to the game, i love the streets more than hoes
off the mussle for the win, we got our foot in the door
b_tch
[outro]
(young kid, you made this?)
(n_ggas get shot every day, man)

- otm

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