Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Day , by - Mozzy. Release date: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Day |
| White truck hop out, talking about cocaine |
| He ain’t never sell none, what he talking bout? |
| Bad tings in Hamptons, I turned it to a whore house |
| Feelin' rich, let’s take a trip to Albany and record now |
| I do not trust nobody, can’t put the guard down |
| Niggas so ugly, crib came with the now |
| Came with the dawgs, contract came through |
| It’s time to sign that motherfucker, I been holding out |
| Shaun grinding motherfucker |
| Just grabbed a new watch, set the timing motherfucker |
| All about timing motherfucker |
| It’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| Oh it’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| Ain’t got a hundred Ms yet why you thinkin bout a vaycay |
| Way too much on my mind, I’m thankin' God for another day |
| Know that Imma take it, can’t motivate m get out my face |
| F and N on my waist |
| When I got it, I feel saf |
| I know they scrolling on my page |
| They been looking at my page |
| Clockin' the way we move, be the day they die today |
| Praying on my downfall, praying that I fail |
| Odds already against me, I’m broke dude, can’t you tell? |
| And I’m way too special, they won’t put me on no shelf |
| denim 750, I don’t need no belt |
| White truck hop out, talking about cocaine |
| He ain’t never sell none, what he talking bout? |
| Bad tings in Hamptons, I turned it to a whore house |
| Feelin' rich, let’s take a trip to Albany and record now |
| It’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| Oh it’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| You ever seen a man cry without no tears falling? |
| I’m talking tears of joy, me and all my peers balling |
| I ain’t tryna politic, niggas from the pen calling |
| Hop inside his Benz and |
| Hard to keep these bitches off me |
| Know I keep them killers round me |
| Day 1, and they still around me |
| Huntin down to get a bounty |
| Fuck how niggas feel about it |
| Ain’t no fiction bout the shit I rap, bitch I been about it |
| He ain’t finna stand there, let you me out, they trippin bout it |
| Catch a body, get a trophy, that’s how niggas operate |
| Parking lot be full of foreigns, cause that’s how niggas congregate |
| Pebbles to my dying days, these niggas kind of game |
| They love you when you in the trench |
| But envy when you find a way |
| White truck hop out, talking about cocaine |
| He ain’t never sell none, what he talking bout? |
| Bad tings in Hamptons, I turned it to a whore house |
| Feelin' rich, let’s take a trip to Albany and record now |
| It’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| Oh it’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| It’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |
| Oh it’s a new day |
| The bag coming back in |