Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Charlotte, artist - Duru tha King. Date of issue: 11.02.2017
Song language: English
New Charlotte |
| Os iusti, meditabitur |
| Os iusti, meditabitur |
| KOBK |
| We that generation |
| Over grind or die nigga |
| Free tune |
| Yeah |
| All of my youngin’s some savages |
| Run in your trap, hit you up for them packages |
| Rob you for bricks, finesse you for pounds |
| Fuck all that talkin', they layin' you down |
| That’ll teach niggas 'bout playin' around |
| Cartel connected, you better respect it |
| Fuck up the paper, send you to your maker |
| They layin' you 6 feet under the ground |
| Ridin' with choppas, masked up like Chewbacca |
| Got dreads like a Rasta, free all of my patnas |
| This one for Sosa and Gio, I got yah |
| Bentley, what’s happenin'? |
| Lil ToeNail what’s crackin'? |
| Dub, TG, DuRu what it do? |
| Don Don, I see you laid back and be cool |
| I’m fuckin' this ho and she wet as a pool |
| I’m feedin' her dick and you buyin' her food |
| Shoppin' and robbin' and robbin' and shoppin' |
| Break bread with my niggas, you know how we rockin' |
| Hittin' these licks and countin' this cake |
| I don’t give a fuck, I’m bearin' my face |
| Hopin' I live to see me a new day |
| E got that choppa and ready to spray |
| I’m runnin' through bitches, what more can I say? |
| Kush came from Cali, shout out to the Bay |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |
| I be with the dope boys like that nigga Ricky |
| Money got me hypnotized like that nigga Biggie |
| It’s get rich or die tryin' like that nigga 50 |
| And I’m about to go dumb like Timmy |
| You ain’t talkin' money, we look at you funny |
| Lil nigga you wastin' your breath |
| I told my niggas, «I'll see you at dinner» |
| We eatin' 'til nothin' is left |
| My bro in the kitchen, he chef |
| But he keep the TEC, you would think he a ref |
| That .30 on me like I’m Steph |
| But all my bitches as jazzy as Jeff, Fresh |
| Prince in the city of Queens |
| Chasin' that sack 'til they crown me a king |
| Sacramento home team |
| I’m better than clever, ball harder than Webber whenever |
| Whoever however they want it |
| No competition, ain’t got no opponents |
| My seat at the throne, they can’t stand that |
| Cause I Eminem, Kim and Stan rap |
| A nigga might start shootin' if I don’t know y’all |
| My city made a nigga’s heart so cold, dog |
| Your bitch got nice lips and I’m like road dog |
| Pour 4's 'til I’m throwed off |
| The biggest menace since Dennis and O-Dawg (Aye) |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |
| To keep it one hunnit, I’d rather get blunted |
| These bitches be all for the smash |
| I’d bleed for my brothers, I love 'em, we thuggin' |
| They run in your spot for the cash |
| A bitch nigga run up, I post up with gunnas |
| It go down they bustin' your ass |
| I’m up 'til the sun up, I’m juugin' with Bird |
| No Stunna, we overgrind hard for this cash |
| We ain’t kiddin' like JK, my homeboy got an AK |
| Only aimin' where your hood hang |
| It rock-a-fella like Just Blaze |
| The AK MJ how it give fades |
| Pussy niggas Shaq feet, boy you been gay |
| These niggas MIA like where the Heat stay |
| I’ma catch 'em with the work in the breezeway |
| Better freeze or catch a bullet like a Brees play |
| We need cake like a B-Day |
| I hang with my niggas, my niggas my woes |
| Don’t fuck with too many cause niggas be hoes |
| Bitches ain’t shit, they gon' fuck with your foe |
| All for the smash so I’m passin' a ho |
| Sprint to the money, I dash and I go |
| Cause niggas be bitches and actin' like hoes |
| Be screamin' «Fuck 12» when they call em' the most |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |
| Nigga go crazy on yappas |
| Run with them choppas, cookin' up beef with that China |
| I’m a young nigga who’s solid |
| Max on that shotta, Dub TG that’s on my mama |
| Show me a check or show me respect |
| Either way it go, I’m comin' for necks |
| These bitches around me, they know I got next |
| You takin' her out, I’m takin' her mouth |
| She strip on the side, I’m dick on the side |
| Broke down a whole brick and got rich on the side |
| Come to my crib, you see killas inside |
| Shout out to Beata, I’m from the north side |
| Bless up to Ghetty, I love the west side |
| Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' it out |
| Boy you shouldn’t doubt, come to my city, you might not get out |
| Niggas be claimin' they know me, don’t know what you talkin' about |
| Nigga don’t try to lil' bro me, you’ll get a gun in your mouth |
| My nigga that’s not a real Rollie, why are you playin' around? |
| See you let these bitches control you, you are not fit for the crown |
| Kings |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the work |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your cash |
| Fuckin' these bitches, no cuffin' these bitches |
| No lovin' these bitches, they all for the smash |
| Niggas I know, they come shop for the bricks |
| Lay you on the floor and take all of your pounds |
| Got love for my niggas, shed blood for my niggas |
| Bust slugs for my niggas, I’d die for my rounds |