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Brand New Lyrics

Artist: Lil' Wayne
Album: The Drought Is Over Part 4

Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new

I'm cold like a midnite in aspen
I am the president and the assassin
Cameras on, big lights action
Welcome to the show I am the main attraction
Money in the matress money in the attic
Money on my mind, money is my habit
Stay on the grind, until money's automatic
Bitch I love money Imma fukin fanatic
Always strap, grip tight graspin
Say wat, who me, clit clat blast em
Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins
Gotta ride big cuz I am like, a captin
U know imma boss chillin relaxin
Probably in my office doin my taxes
U lil niggas so not in my bracket
And I don't even have time to practice

Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new

Ice ridiculous price, ur camra has never saw a picture this nice
I'm fishin and the bitches will bite
Its probably because my game is fixer than tite, rite
Im f**kin every bad bitch twice
And if she doesn't wear panties then I f**k her on site
Im nasty like spice, I know what she likes
I can make a black woman scream like she white
I can make a white woman scream like mike
But before she start singin she gotta check my mic
Niggas just hatin and I don lost site
Its like I don't see em, I only see the lite
Talkin that shit but u boys just hype
I hope you bring a gun to the fight, aight
Louie v tennis shoes big brown stripe
You think fresh, shit nigga im ripe

Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new

Brand new coop drivin crazy than the mutha
Im sittin low in the seat with the burner sittin under
Got my tanktop top down it probly ain summa
But I ride like that cuz im hotta than the others
Damn there's no keeping up wit the brotha
Man i could spell my name in burnt rubba
Im gone, leave me alone
Now the dog is at suppa
You can wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard
Im so far ahead of them suckas
Imma have start rappin in numbers
I promise the flows dont stop they come rappin like thunda
I bet you'll hide under ur covers

Chorus
Ridin round the city wit some brand new heat
Brand new car, brand new feet
Brand new seats, brand new smell
Put out the roach and lite a brand new L
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new
F**k u bitch my shirt brand new
F**k u bitch my shoes brand new
F**k u bitch I'm actin brand new

Comments/Interpretations

by berez phillips on 12/28/2008 5:29pm
it's f**king awsome

by ANGELI CA on 1/28/2010 11:51am
I LIKR IT OK LITLLE WAYNE