Kid Cudi

Kid Cudi - Dat New New lyrics

rate me

(hello-

what it be

to you and yours)

Salutations to all you can call me Cudi

Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm getting my money.

Way my doors are swayin' its like a bird on wheels

You can come to Ohio and you can see how it feels

And this the premier of that new new here

It's gona take you beyond

Where a jet can leer

But all you gon' hear is something crazy in fact

How I be burning the booth

We'll get you looser than Yak.

Yep yep... you got it...right.

Now dont get left get on your good foot its only right.

that you step and keep boppin' til this shit unfamiliar

If you main line got time then i be drillen' her.

I keep you in my realm i keep you in the sound

I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound. (whaa?)

And my imagination you can look all over the nation

But they ain't see

(Hook)

You can look all over but (No) you'll never find

(hot shit) like mine

WOOP.... it'll blow your mind.

You can look all over but (No) you'll never find

(hot shit) like mine

Cause I provide

Dat new new

Salutations my niggaz

I'm aware that I'm different

You can still keep it hood

While you're smoking just listen

It dont matter your race

Just take a blunt to the face

And we all gon rock

Gota keep up the pace

And the girls gon twerk it

Cause the vibe is poppin'

As well as the bottle

Keep it rockin' don't stop em

At the motel-8

We can park out front

Yeah the flow is unleaded

You sucka niggaz will front

Yeah cause Im super-cut-lery-alistic-leaner-ala-docis

And rap ferocious I been coaching the league

I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it

Blood sweat and tears homie im made of it

Finish the class if you think nothin bout it

Tell em that grandpa you don't know nothin bout it

Wear kicks once then the leaner come up out em

I been saying it, you waz playin em

Now you know.

(Hook)

What it be to my ladies

With the bodies that kill

We were boppin on money

Fuck with me cause you're real

See you shakin' it fast

On some mystikal shit

You could slap that nigga

If he call you a bitch

Yeah I see you with that

But you should be on this

It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola

Come over and sit

Won't you tell me your name

Tell me where you be at

I know you know that them hot

But I don't wana hear that

You see I ain't for a check before

I aint for sex

Niggaz aim for death

They tryin to fuck with the blessed

Ain't no fuckin with amateurs

Run past the novas

Sip hella lean

And see who talks the slowest

Ain't no stopping me at all

You need to saw it off with maybe a chainsaw

And even if that

the crack that I brew is still new

you guys think acute but Cudi is obtuse

(Hook)<br />

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Thanks to Razvan

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