Chanel West Coast

Chanel West Coast - I like new lyrics

rate me

Feat. YG

(Verse)

I ain't gotta talk the bad bitches keep it quiet

Yea I move in silence

I can hear them talkin and they talkin say it louder

Can hear em from my tower, smokin on some sour

Let these haters talkin only talkin hater

Bottom in the tesla, tryinna pull my dress up

But I ain't with that old back seat been done shit

Chanel will run shit,

Kept my crew munchit

Certified shit, bad bitches in motion

I like new x 2

(Verse)

Stop it, your clothes hot topic

Your flow's hot garbage

I've had it keep it quiet but sometimes I gotta drop it

Fuck your head in mold is, I'mma sip my moses

Chillin in the villa in inguilla gettin loaded

What's the commotion, new shit is my motion

Sick of boulder wet guest music they promotin

When we just hopin, waitin for the moment

But I'mma stay focus, hope you notice that

I like new x 2

I need a new bitch, I need a new

I like a..., I like new

I need a new bitch, I need a new

I need a new bitch and a new six

With a new ass and some new tits

So I can use her shicks

Embrace in plins, ash in plins

Cash in plins

Callin doctor witter Ashley fin, ah

I can turn that A cup to a B cup

Or I can turn that B cup to a C cup

Or I can turn that C cup to a D cup

And I can turn that D cup to E nuts

I like new no light miss me, tequila make me tipsy

So please tell that bartender don't mix me

I need some new pussy and a new house with a new view

That's why swat G four hunnit , welcome to that new school

(Hook)

I, I like new, I like new x 4

I like new, I like new, new, new

(Verse)

Number one rockin, talkin on my Bluetooth

Smoking moro rocking

Yes I'm hashish, I'm a beast

They forgot in all white dress band creef shit I'm poppin

Million dollars mansion, chopper to the Hamptons

Pumpin some bloom with my bitches yeah we dancin

I ain't for romancin unless you talkin karats

We be s shit, pj straight to Paris

Man I'm livin lavish, I ain't gonna slow up

Yeah I keep it fresh off then a special derrick boa

Woke up feelin tow up, but I ain't gon throw up

New shit see dub c, bout to blow up

New junkie on 95, time for glasses, I ball all up like bancers

Monster like Lochness, jam man I got this

New blue shit so sick, chicken pasta

(Hook)

Get this song at:  amazon.com  sheetmusicplus.com

Share your thoughts

0 Comments found