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  • Текст песни Matlock - Brand New Nikes

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    [Verse 1]

    Guess who's back fuckers? Roll that weed up

    Engineer, please turn the goddamn beat up

    Cats' ridin' tails on your man's tuxeda'

    Yo I sonned a hundred rappers but I ain't gon' feed ya'

    This my new shit, I'm back in business

    If you didn't get this you're on my shitlist

    I'm at your doormat like Jehova's Witness

    With Balboa's gloves read' to go the distance

    Fly Pig up in this, haters are nervous

    Thinkin' I'ma say their little name in my verses

    I ain't a maniac though, I'm a man with a purpose

    If I shitted on somebody then they prolly deserved it

    Bags of that purp' shit, OG Kush

    Tell your friends about them yo but this the "shush"

    This rap shit? No more beatin' 'round the bush

    I'm the new Jesse Jacks', operation PUSH

    [Hook]

    Brand new Nikes on, brand new hat

    Fresh out your bitch with a brand new rap

    Knock Knock motherfucker, guess who's back?

    With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at?

    [Verse 2]

    These girls like "You're such a fuckin' asshole Matt!"

    'Cause I'm with the next chicken in eleven minutes flat

    Fans give me dap then I sign an autograph

    Sayin' "Thanks for the support, one love" and all that

    Some cats hang around smokin' my cigarettes n'

    Stressin' me out askin' all sorts of question

    They wanna know the secrets of my magic like Kreskin

    Like I'm gonna break down now and start confessin'

    Here's a question people ask a lot:

    "How you write your rhymes? You wanna rap? Then watch

    I smoke massive blocks of hash and pot

    'Til I float through space like an astronaut

    Then I scribble on the page and the track his hot

    Then I wave on the haters like a traffic cop

    And mr. show-promoter better have my gwap

    I'm a motherfucker, just like my bastard Pops

    [Hook 2]

    Brand new nikes on, brand new hat

    Fresh out the booth with a brand new track

    That's right motherfucker guess who's back?

    With some shit for your ass, where the fuck y'all at?

    [Verse 3]

    Everybody talking' 'bout your boy ain't right

    'Cause I cross out tags in the broad daylight

    I built my name out of bricks not hype

    Respect the architect, Frank Lloyd Wright

    My first two shits', had hits accidentally

    Moonshine, two-times as strong as your Hennessey

    Mixtape, sick straight through to the endin' G

    2707, crime of the century

    Mention me in the tale of this town

    Bring some motherfuckers if you comin' for this crown

    Swim with the big fish, you bound to drizz-own

    Middle finger up, never turn my shit down

    I'll get down 'til I'm up in a cage

    Got paid, no one's seen me in a couple of days

    Puffin' haze, cuffin' strays, son I'm stuck in my ways

    Ain't dumb in brains, I'm just too fuckin' stubborn to change

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