The Alchemist - New Thangs lyrics

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The Alchemist - New Thangs lyrics

[Intro: Documentary & Curren$y] The white girl is Donna, another prostitute In five years she has had five pimps She now operates without one I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done Employ 'em for love affair That's what they love, like Everybody wants love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And a pimp isn't going to go like that As soon as another younger, cuter girl comes along that can make more money (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da) I'm going after her I can't stand (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Curren$y] Uh, white and yellow Airmax as I step out my Lac Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act I pulled up in a what's this, I came out in a what's that A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack They talk but never attack, I walk with God I'm relaxed I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors (Gone take you to that next level) You n***as always stressin' I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin' New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em Yeah [Interlude: Curren$y] Dada-da, dada-da, dada Dada-da, dada-da, dada Dada-da, dada-da, dada [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah Rockin' Virgil Airmax, Off-White cook crack I got the razor blade and clippers you get your sh** pushed back I turned some sh** into sugarcane a n***a couldn't look back I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that One pair of shoes now I got everything to lose Virginia street blues Your credit score f**ed up in the set, ain't paid your street dues p**y a** n***a Runnin' around with a motherf**in' pack like you ain't Like you did that sh** before the Kane n***a, Kane train b**h You n***as always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin f**ed at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria I promise every b**h I f**ed in 2018 was a foreigner Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner And you can pa**port stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac god damn it And you can pa**port stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac god damn it It's Gangsta Kane