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New Shit Lyrics

Ft: Gudda Gudda, Jae Millz, Lil Wayne & Mack Maine
Produced By: Chase N. Cashe

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[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Uh, flow gifted like the honor roll
In crunch time I deliver like Domino's
A different freak for every day; I got all kind of hoes
I slide them dick and get the fuck, I never mind them hoes
But never mind them hoes, I got all kind of flows
I switch them up so quick as fuck, I got a timeless flow
Young Animal, punishing the ProTools
Eating this beat up like soul food, you niggas old news

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Now ain’t you tired of seeing the same shit every day?
I mean the same shit, Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass but ain’t got shit to say?
I spend my money like my time; I ain’t got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in them bitches face
Tomorrow morning I could tell you how them bitches taste

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
This rap shit is our house, you niggas just visiting
Young Money Wolverines, bitch no Michigan
I get in them hoes and reel them in like fishermen
And throw they ass in the truck and we rose like Michelin’s
All hail the kings, crowns glistening
I stunt hard as a fuck cause I ain’t getting a chance to live again
Focus is what you better get, boy, we on that better shit
All bosses, no executives, you just repetitive

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
Bitch, we balling. Tired of the same shit, I need a different toilet
Okay let me pick my target, pick them off, now come pick them up
Big dog, I don't bark, I buck, tell them bitches I don't talk, I fuck
Tell them niggas I don't walk, I run this shit, I come to punish shit
And I bet they won't be flushing this Young Money shit
We on some other shit, they on the same shit
Bitch, I'm Mack Maine
I'm Mack Maine, bitch

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Now ain’t you tired of seeing the same shit every day?
I mean the same shit, Ashley and Mary Kate
Sometimes I wish that I was blind like Mr. Ray
How come you talking out your ass and ain’t got shit to say?
Young Tune, motherfucker, no anime
Dr. Carter, motha-fucka, come to amputate
Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money, that new shit on your face
I spend my money like my time; I ain’t got it to waste
Man, I'm so fast, feel like I'm racing in a different race
Too much champagne, now watch me spit it in them bitches face
Tomorrow morning I could tell you how them bitches taste
Give me the beat and I'm-a beat the beat like anime
What the fuck you thought you know, I keep the heat like Saint Tropez
Cash Money, too much money to calculate
Young Money that new shit on your face

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