Everything New Lyrics

Stalley

Pulling chicks about my bag
XK on the jag
Pealing back them tags
Everything new, the feeling never gets old
Yellow gold watch
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a genius Buddy O'Neil
Everything, everything new

Coupon steel like a braces
Funny how you think this
Came over night tho,
Just came through the right door
Now they're tryin' to push me left
I'm trying to get it right more

Some days I think I'm loony, or some kind of psycho
Haters got me vexing
Loading up this rifle
I'm thinking that I might go
Dump ctting truck, purpose something get me hate mo'
Cruising through the block slow

Pulling chicks about my bag
XK on the jag
Pealing back them tags
Everything new, the feeling never gets old
Yellow gold watch
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a genius Buddy O'Neil
Everything, everything new

And I could take it over but I'm thinking ‘bout a lot more
Everything is not fault
Me I be honest, but Imma try to get it all
OG, I'll be on it
I can feel the money coming, pause it
This is just the calm before the storm gets
Crazy dollar bills fall, let me get my charmslet
Ask them why they coming
Young nigga owe heads man cause they lost it
I did it like a boss did
Then blow your T's never crossed it

Pulling chicks about my bag
XK on the jag
Pealing back them tags
Everything new, the feeling never gets old
Yellow gold watch
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a genius Buddy O'Neil
3x Everything, everything new

She want everything too
Comes about that zoo
Making fur lynx, gator on that shoe
She got haters on her too
They be coming out the blue
What the hell you gonna do?
When everything new
Just keep quiet and let that money talk for two
Get the hell up in this two seater then leave
Sweep through this city like a group
This city, mind it till I lay up in that tomb
Then I pass it on to you

Pulling chicks about my bag
XK on the jag
Pealing back them tags
Everything new, the feeling never gets old
Yellow gold watch
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a genius Buddy O'Neil
Everything, everything new

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