Whole new day, whole new f*cking flight
Foreign pack? stop smoking spice
Pop one, I been up all night
Pop one if some don't feel right
Drop that top then come cut off that light
Living? you barely surviving
Trapping, bitch I serve that line
Bitch I'm leaning, I'm still sliding
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Four door went and f*cked it up, he spilt the lean everywhere
We got expensive clothes, expensive cars, can't come in here
We got designer hoes, Balenciaga everywhere
Off a G6, off a G6, yeah yeah yeah ain't talking 'bout jet
Scary shit, haunted mound, put you under
Better be talking 'bout (n)ine if you talking numbers
Morphine take it in the rain, got me feeling number
Way she suck me, take my soul, bitch I been feeling dumber
Put your bitch in designs, I'm a eat it like Dahmer
They don't even want no problem, they keep talking 'bout they trauma
Drugs, yeah we got cargo, skinny ass jeans these not no cargos
Put it in sixth and hit the throttle
Ten band fit just like a model, huh huh huh
I got boots they came 45
Truck came fortified, run you over mortifying
Kill the pussy horrifying
Blue bills Mordecai, Blue Bills Benji
Don't be speaking all that broke talk shit offend me
She pull up she sucking dick, take her to Fendi
Six and six 'bouta win a grammy
Whole new day, whole new f*cking flight
Foreign pack? stop smoking spice
Pop one, I been up all night
Pop one if some don't feel right
Drop that top then come cut off that light
Living? you barely surviving
Trapping, bitch I serve that line
Bitch I'm leaning, I'm still sliding
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
sixfournine - WHOLE NEW DAY (feat. 6saviour) Lyrics
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Whole new day, whole new f*cking flight
Foreign pack? stop smoking spice
Pop one, I been up all night
Pop one if some don't feel right
Drop that top then come cut off that light
Living? you barely surviving
Trapping, bitch I serve that line
Bitch I'm leaning, I'm still sliding
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Four door went and f*cked it up, he spilt the lean everywhere
We got expensive clothes, expensive cars, can't come in here
We got designer hoes, Balenciaga everywhere
Off a G6, off a G6, yeah yeah yeah ain't talking 'bout jet
Scary shit, haunted mound, put you under
Better be talking 'bout (n)ine if you talking numbers
Morphine take it in the rain, got me feeling number
Way she suck me, take my soul, bitch I been feeling dumber
Put your bitch in designs, I'm a eat it like Dahmer
They don't even want no problem, they keep talking 'bout they trauma
Drugs, yeah we got cargo, skinny ass jeans these not no cargos
Put it in sixth and hit the throttle
Ten band fit just like a model, huh huh huh
I got boots they came 45
Truck came fortified, run you over mortifying
Kill the pussy horrifying
Blue bills Mordecai, Blue Bills Benji
Don't be speaking all that broke talk shit offend me
She pull up she sucking dick, take her to Fendi
Six and six 'bouta win a grammy
Whole new day, whole new f*cking flight
Foreign pack? stop smoking spice
Pop one, I been up all night
Pop one if some don't feel right
Drop that top then come cut off that light
Living? you barely surviving
Trapping, bitch I serve that line
Bitch I'm leaning, I'm still sliding
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Foreign pack? stop smoking spice
Pop one, I been up all night
Pop one if some don't feel right
Drop that top then come cut off that light
Living? you barely surviving
Trapping, bitch I serve that line
Bitch I'm leaning, I'm still sliding
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Four door went and f*cked it up, he spilt the lean everywhere
We got expensive clothes, expensive cars, can't come in here
We got designer hoes, Balenciaga everywhere
Off a G6, off a G6, yeah yeah yeah ain't talking 'bout jet
Scary shit, haunted mound, put you under
Better be talking 'bout (n)ine if you talking numbers
Morphine take it in the rain, got me feeling number
Way she suck me, take my soul, bitch I been feeling dumber
Put your bitch in designs, I'm a eat it like Dahmer
They don't even want no problem, they keep talking 'bout they trauma
Drugs, yeah we got cargo, skinny ass jeans these not no cargos
Put it in sixth and hit the throttle
Ten band fit just like a model, huh huh huh
I got boots they came 45
Truck came fortified, run you over mortifying
Kill the pussy horrifying
Blue bills Mordecai, Blue Bills Benji
Don't be speaking all that broke talk shit offend me
She pull up she sucking dick, take her to Fendi
Six and six 'bouta win a grammy
Whole new day, whole new f*cking flight
Foreign pack? stop smoking spice
Pop one, I been up all night
Pop one if some don't feel right
Drop that top then come cut off that light
Living? you barely surviving
Trapping, bitch I serve that line
Bitch I'm leaning, I'm still sliding
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Wipe your nose, you say you sliming
Writer: Harvey Cooke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid