Allan Rayman - New $h!t lyrics
rate meKill it often these days, man, I never wanna look back
And these girls think I’m on something, damn right, on track
Damn right I been writing and I been working on these tracks
I been drinking and I been singing and doing nothing ‘fore that night
Ain’t worried about my team ‘cause they stand to getting their stacks
Nine to five, nine to five, got two sexys in bed
Nigga showing love to the guap so I’m staying up till the last
I’m steady making this new jig, stay lost, wait in the back, seen that
One day it will pay out
One day we find this
With a big house in the hills, oh
And them supermodel neighbors
I’m like fuck that, never wanna leave my city
Music’s here, the fans is here, my people’s here and they get me
My coke’s lost, they gritty, in tight jeans and they fitted
White T’s and them… leather boots, my favorite, man
I used to fuck with them ounce, man, I used to fuck with that Elvis
New shit, heart ache over there, mistake
On to that new shit, next one, goddamn it’s like I am
Waiting for something to pop off, that wall girl need audience
Who dares to take her top off? Run around got a man pissed off
Said “fuck all” with his fist up, raise up, middle finger up ‘cause he ain’t us
My team, A plus, your team, no cups
Man trust I love that shit on my maize man
But the time’s come so I face it
It’s your girl, it’s these girls, they want stuff and I make it
But then I’m like
Oh, I don’t wanna change
I just want things to stay the same
Oh, I’ve been on some moon shit
I’ve been on some moon shit
I swear I’m off the moon shit
What you wanna know, Lord? You wanna wow, boy?
You wanna wreck it, wreck shit, kinda story, I ain’t got no bull for you
Ain’t dreaming that you know me, I ain’t got no time
But a girl who got too much for me, yeah, I’ve been talking war
Man, I’ve been talking and I’ve been saving cash, I’m getting over my weekend
Getting drunk on the weekends, I’m getting drunk on the Reggie
I used to fuck with my grains and I ain’t talking my Benny’s
Then I rock the hood with Betty, drama, bill, reputations
That’s why you call me out, I’ll spare you the registration
I’ll spare you the allegations, I’ll spare you the uh
Yeah, I’ll spare you the uh
I’ve been on some new shit
I can’t seem to face it
I’m caught up in new shit
I got no time for you
I’ve been on some new shit
I can’t seem to face it
I’m caught up in new shit
I got no time for you, now
No, no, no, no, no
No time for you, now
No, no, no, no, no
No time for you, now
