New Wave Lyrics By Real Boston Richey
Can we go back home,
I’m back to my place, new wave
***, I’m drip attack cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up, drip you down in St. Louis, V
But I don’t listen, ***, I only listen to what my son say
It’s a Porsche coupe, red guns leaking on the Broadway
Bring them horns through, ***, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spotty
I’ma avoid you, ***, you playin’ hella games like Parley
I’m tryna warn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
I’m forever out here trappin’ bands,
ridin’ fast cars
***, I’m out here livin’ fast,
fill out with a couple niggas These days, I’m kinda glad,
cheated on a couple *** Some days, I want them back,
cause I don’t deal with sad She like that, she hate broke ***,
I’m like me too The type that playin’ rich, but you know them *** be see-through
The type that say they left her car at home, yeah, we ownin’ you
I don’t pipe it up, only rich *** up in this booth
I don’t pipe it up, not when I slide the stars in the roof
He got more than who, ***, a rich *** walked up in this room
Teach you how to be around a rich ***, ***, cut the attitude
You could be my queen, never drip in an Alexander booth
I’ma be your king, type of *** say that I boss you up
You know what I did, but on the ground, bae, I ain’t ***’ up
You Taylor, be back one more time, bae, it won’t cost you nothin’
Hit it up off this top, now when he move, he move cautious
Can we go back home?
I’m back to my place, new age
***, I’m drip attack, cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe it up, drip it down, and say Loueve
But I don’t listen, ***, I only listen to what my son say
It’s a Porsche coupe, records leakin’ on the Broadway
Bring them horns through, ***, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spotty
I’ma avoid you, ***, you playin’ hella games like Parley
I’m tryna warn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
All them times it was hard, I ran it up alone
Every day I’m good, when momma call my phone
All these cars I bought, I never got a loan
All these times we ***, we never got a loan
*** look like Gary on Uni, okay, bring it on
None of these *** can’t eat food, but they can’t leave me on
I make you mad, then eat that *** like filet mignon
Bad *** support me, huh, *** hate my songs
All this *** on my head just like a chromosome
I learned myself, I burnt my hand when I was home alone
Niggas keep on dyin’, ***, ***, you better keep it chrome
Slippers count, so when you move, be on point, cause slippers don’t
All this *** I did, I never tell a *** some ***
I won’t I don’t see the ***, the *** split, don’t ask me what I’m on
It’s late as ***, I’m tryna ***, don’t ask me what I’m on
Tryna run another milli up, you ask what Boston on
A *** embarrassin’ me, still awake, I’ll probably call her phone
A *** went down on me, swear to God, I ain’t have to leave her on
Affairs happenin’, so when you want it, call my people phone
She put the police on me, after all the way, I’ma leave alone
Can we go back home?
I’m back to my place, new age ***,
I’m drip attack, cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up, drip you down in St. Louis, baby
But I don’t listen, ***, I only listen to what my son say
It’s a Porsche coupe, red gloves leakin’ on the Broadway
Bring them horns through, ***, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spotty
I’ma avoid you, ***, you playin’ hella games like Parley
I’m tryna warn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say