Rappin' 4-Tay - New Trump lyrics

New trump... I'ma kick a hole lot of doze wide open for my kin-folk Just because we back a lot of people, think we're nin-four Maniac, rat attack, take a fat sac and that dope that you're Snatch from the Rappin' 4-tay track And lace it, chasing like it was the Master Glip I had to switch upon all this gang Cause s**ers think that the battle Was an on still from the free-style fill Where Im coming from, because the player life is so real k**ers on the straw, from Frisco to the O' Back to Sacramento from Lay-ho and San-ho Say litts, have a party and parlay Now we can do it you're way, let's do it my way A place of O.G marve, and gay of in the background Sipping on corniac, illiac, it's goin down Flip more papper that the envy even touch From the Hammer to Diaffers, that you franked That you chuked f**ed up Chorus New Trump, brand new funk Keep the pocket full of California skunk That ninety five sh** gon always bump For ninety six we're gon flip the script And break em of some new trump New Trump, brand new funk Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk The moe' screw track gon always bump For ninety six we're gon flip the script And break em of some new trump Lil Fly: Trubows, go, Fila head to toe Bossoliny brimmen come that player little fly ho Ooh, You did know I own the record label Everytime I go to Vegas you can catch me at the crab table Where I be breaking em', shaking em', takeing em', face em' taolin Talking loud, drinking wild, Cali' style profiling Me come on handeling all situations Takeing edvanitch of my bidness' from my daughters education Kick back relax, counting ten thousands dollar stacks Check my mail box, flip the script, here goes the most scratch Now peep my ladle moma, try to get her skies on b**h you're broke as hell, so you know you best to speed on Cause you get nuthin' less you push em' on the table first Drop your juicy thief or pay on fliesin' for the nine six Giving it true, comeing new, the n******gs black folks Young players throw your hands in the air If you can feel this grove Chorus New Trump, brand new funk Keep the pocket full of California skunk That ninety five sh** gon always bump For ninety six we're gon flip the script And break em of some new trump New Trump, brand new funk Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk The moe' screw track gon always bump For ninety six we're gon flip the script And break em of some new trump What you thought, I couldn't come again With the mainy raw prosection From the badder new jorke To my folks out in Texas Im countly talking about bread, they say money ain't everything And the hustlars supposted to be get Ima flip, and trip, ill up in some profhet Every player nation wide try to keep a fat pocket On the first of fifteen, everybody try to come up The fed and snitch and s**er dead for try to run up A cumolate pappers kinda lock the dissies Especially for a player to use, to flip and gees, and keys s**er please, different chock for different folks See, Im just one of them players who can't stand beeing broke Gots to come back quick like Mario and Dreddy Tripling up the papper chase, try to keep it feddy Five hundred thousand gold, one million platinum Keep your plats and be check, and best believe Ima keep raping Chorus (x2) New Trump, brand new funk Keep the pocket full of California skunk That ninety five sh** gon always bump For ninety six we're gon flip the script And break em of some new trump New Trump, brand new funk Keep the pocket full of Califoria skunk The moe' screw track gon always bump For ninety six we're gon flip the script And break em of some new trump