Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NEW FRIENDS, artist - Matt Watson. Date of issue: 25.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
NEW FRIENDS |
| Ain’t no salary cap I don’t max out |
| I made a mil with the tax out |
| Trigger fingers when the gats out, but if we throwing hands hit like Pacquiao |
| Blood on his shirt |
| He wiping his nose, you’d think he was sick |
| You standing too close, you might catch a cold, I keep to the code, |
| I come from the six, I come from the woo |
| Kick in the door to your crib, you already know |
| I’m taking a shit in your bathroom |
| I ain’t gonna flush, after blowing it up |
| And then I’m gonna cum in your vacuum |
| Sipping molly water, watching How to Train Your Dragon 2, marathon, on TNT |
| Keep a blick on me, in case it gets hot |
| Gun cocked, air it out like bnb |
| Rocks in the face, that’s The Thing, it’s fantastic |
| Lit like I’m Johnny Blaze in this bitch |
| I ain’t got a Method, but Mans will attack you |
| Gripping that stick like my cock in the bathroom |
| Two hands |
| She make it clap, throw two bands |
| New year, making new friends |
| H a white boy but no Klu Klan |
| At least I don’t think he is, um |
| I guss, I guess he could be |
| Feeling like I’m Finn, I see the strangest things all in my vision now |
| My dogs turned into snakes, guess they magicians now, I’m over it |
| Please don’t hit my line, I’m jerking off, there’s no controlling it |
| Me and Matt, we stack our racks, and dock our cocks, then roll in it |
| We dock our cocks |
| You have really soft lips dude |
| They we -- really soft lips |
| Way softer than my girlfriend’s lips, if I’m being fully honest |
| I would love to put your lips on my girlfriend |
| Uh-oh, Matty Dub on the track |
| Drip is so clean, got some suds on the track |
| Jakob he asked me to come on the track |
| We a choo-choo, running a train on the track |
| Fantano is dead if he don’t give it ten |
| Send out some shooters to make his life end |
| Kick in his door, make him squeal like a pig |
| And then cap his bald ass, like I’m clicking a pen |
| Now I’m stacking the cash, and it’s tall like a mountain |
| Got boys with me like it was Brokeback |
| Now I’m packing the bag, and it’s got me all anxious |
| Got poisonous pills in my Prozac |
| I got your bitch in the back of my hatchback |
| Sucking my dick like a Dyson she bad bad |
| Packing a brick or two up in my backpack |
| Call me the dealer like we playing blackjack |
| I just had an epiphany |
| That I could probably be, the next big rapper wannabe |
| But I don’t think, that I’ll do it |
| Because I would rather sleep until noon, and say screw it |
| Yeah I might do what you think, yeah I might drown in the pink |
| Yeah I might fuck around and hit up Embassy Suites |
| Rent a penthouse, and piss in the sink |
| For real, I might, get a penthouse in Embassy Suites and just piss in the sink |
| Put that shit on Instagram live, ha |