Rappin' 4 Tay – New Trump (Featuring Lil' Fly) lyrics

New trump

I'ma kick a hole lot of doze wide open for my kin-folk
Just because we back a lot of people, think we're nin-four
Maniac, rat attack, take a fat sac and that dope that you're
Snatch from the Rappin' 4-tay track

And lace it, chasing like it was the Master Glip
I had to switch upon all this gang
'Cause suckers think that the battle
Was an on still from the free-style fill

Where I'm coming from, because the player life is so real
Killers on the straw, from Frisco to the O'
Back to Sacramento from Lay-hoe and San-hoe
Say, litts, have a party and parlay

Now, we can do it you're way, let's do it my way
A place of O.G marve, and gay of in the background
Sipping on corniac, illiac, it's goin' down, flip more papper
That the envy even touch from the Hammer to Diaffers
That you franked, that you chuked fucked up

New trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

New trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
The moe' screw track gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

Trubows, go, Fila head to toe
Bossoliny brim men come that player little fly hoe
Ooh, you did know I own the record label
Every time I go to Vegas you can catch me at the crab table

Where I be breaking em', shaking em', taking em', face em' taolin
Talking loud, drinking wild, Cali' style profiling
Me come on handling all situations
Taking edvanitch of my bidness' from my daughters education

Kick back relax, counting ten thousands dollar stacks
Check my mail box, flip the script, here goes the most scratch
Now, peep my ladle momma, try to get her skies on
Bitch you're broke as hell, so you know you best to speed on

'Cause you get nuthin' less you push em' on the table first
Drop your juicy thief or pay on fliesin' for the nine six
Giving it true, coming new, the niggers black folks
Young players throw your hands in the air, if you can feel this grove

New trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
The moe' screw track gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

What you thought, I couldn't come again
With the many raw prospection
From the badder New Yorke
To my folks out in Texas

I'm countly talking about bread, they say
Money ain't everything, and the hustlers supposed to be get
Ima flip, and trip, ill up in some prophet
Every player nation wide try to keep a fat pocket

On the first of fifteen, everybody try to come up
The fed and snitch and sucker dead for try to run up
A cumulate papers kinda lock the disses
Especially for a player to use, to flip and gees, and keys

Sucker please, different chock for different folks
See, Im just one of them players who can't stand being broke
Gots to come back quick like Mario and Dreddy
Tripling up the paper chase, try to keep it Feddy

Five hundred thousand gold
One million platinum
Keep your plats and be check
And best believe Ima keep raping

New trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
The moe' screw track gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

New trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
That ninety five shit gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump

New Trump, brand new funk
Keep the pocket full of California skunk
The moe' screw track gon' always bump
For ninety six we're gon' flip the script
And break 'em of some new trump