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    New Strain
    (专辑: Paranoia - 2019)
    
    Out the 
town, car get served  I 
just got made 'em, now she blessed  I 
just got the 
trap spot in Treecrest   I 
just want the 
vibe between your legs, yeah  No Swiper, nigga got bread, yeah  Psychology, I 
just want head, yeah  Nigga try and rob me, he a 
dead man  I'ma put the 
stick to his head, man  Lil' mama, what's your name?  I 
just caught a 
play inside the 
Range  Frequently, and it's gon' rain  Had to go switch up my aim  Burning on brand new strain  Why a 
nigga up, nigga strange  I 
done made plenty mistakes  Got bales in the 
Ford Escape  Took them bags state to state  I 
just bought a 
new estate  All my cars up to date  Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah  And I'm getting bags off faith, yeah  These niggas love to envy, no DJ  And I 
got pounds on the 
plane, yeah, PJ  Running to the 
racks, no relay  These niggas sweet like cheesecake  Can't trust niggas, they grimy  Can't trust niggas, they slimy   New AP for my timing  VVS stone my diamonds  80K on me, ain't get it from rhyming  I 
don't need a 
voucher, no cosigner  I 
don't wanna talk to none of these liars  Shawty my rock like motherfucking Plies  I 
just want the 
energy between your thighs  I'll put the 
red beam between your eyes  Walking out the 
bank and a 
nigga all smiles  I 
just bought a 
mansion to raise my child  I 
just put the 
diamonds in place of my dial  Quartz on the 
counter and the 
flood that towel  I 
just met Jimmy and fuck with D-Child  And we finna mail a 
couple packages out  Took her to the 
pent' and I 
beat her back out  Hit her so long that she had to tap out   I 
just wanna vibe between your legs, yeah  No Swiper, nigga got bread, yeah  Psychology, I 
just want head, yeah  Nigga try and rob me, he a 
dead man  I'ma put the 
stick to his head, man  Lil' mama, what's your name?  I 
just caught a 
play inside the 
Range  Frequently, and it's gon' rain  Had to go switch up my aim  Burning on brand new strain  Why a 
nigga up, nigga strange  I 
done made plenty mistakes  Got bales in the 
Ford Escape  Took them bags state to state  I 
just bought a 
new estate  All my cars up to date  Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah  And I'm getting bags off faith, yeah  These niggas love to envy, no DJ  And I 
got pounds on the 
plane, yeah, PJ  Running to the 
racks, no relay  These niggas sweet like cheesecake  Can't trust niggas, they grimy  Can't trust niggas, they slimy   Your main ho, yeah, it's too slimy (She slimy)  Fuck one time, ain't cuffing no thotty (One time)  High water, got Chanel lining (High water)  Kid-kid got the 
heart of a 
lion (Kid-kid)  I 
got a 
brain, put a 
bitch out the 
door (Let's go)  Big racks and a 
bag full of locs (Rack-racks)  These cap ass niggas ain't going  And my chopper got an autotune  Got the 
rocket in the 
gold Gucci boots (Doon doon)  All cream, yeah, I 
bought them too (All cream)  Homie say he tryna take that ooh (What?)  I'ma clean his ass faster than food (Let's go)  They tryna set shit up, I'ma go'n hit him up  Neighbors, I'ma send it, had to give it to the 
Lord  You keep on trying, they gon' give up  And Stick Baby, know he gon' take you, no  I 
don't even wan' take it there  For my son, I'll take it there  For these riches, I'll take it there  On the 
way home, I'ma make it there (Let's go)  AP shine but I 
don't even know the 
time (Damn, that's crazy)  Yeah, grind, spend a 
hundred, block my mind  Like LeBron, I'm in my prime (Prime)  Bite the 
hand that feed you, you slime  That snot, I 
can show you a 
slime (On God)  They gon' know when a 
nigga start sliding (Let's go)   Had to go switch up my aim  Burning on brand new strain  Why a 
nigga up, nigga strange  I 
done made plenty mistakes  Got bales in the 
Ford Escape  Took them bags state to state  I 
just bought a 
new estate  All my cars up to date  Sorry, lil' mama, no date, yeah  And I'm getting bags off faith, yeah  These niggas love to envy, no DJ  And I 
got pounds on the 
plane, yeah, PJ  Running to the 
racks, no relay  These niggas sweet like cheesecake  Can't trust niggas, they grimy  Can't trust niggas, they slimy  
 
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