Lyrics to Happy New Year
Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three, two, one!
Oh, it’s the first of the month
This for the worst of the bunch
This year I’m treating every moment like a personal one (Save!)
You looking nervous or some
Did it occur to you, son?
That the city that you reppin’ is a murderous one?
Oh God! Father God! look at his bum ass
I’m notarized, I’m terrified for his bum ass
I won’t take a life or a take advice from ya’ bum ass
Fuck who said he bright
Let’s cut the lights on his bum ass
Five, four, three, two, one
I got a gun (Bitch!)
Ten 9’s, 762’s in this one
Ten toes down
I ain’t moving for none
I’m refusing to run
I’d rather shoot ‘em or some
Aye
Shots rang out
Happy New Year!
Baby, get down
Happy New Year!
Bitch, get down
You must be new here
Happy new year, not so happy new year
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
Don’t get-
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
Don’t get hit
(Bitch)
Aye!
I’ve got so much power
I can get the baddest bitch to lie for me
I can get my softest friend to slide for me
I can get these hollow tips to fly for me
Shells outside
Niggas stealing mail outside
God, it’s hell outside
Come inside
Bitch, you can smell outside
Every nigga who failed outside
Twelve outside and they brought canines
For K through Twelve outside
It’s bleak outside
Even when it’s cold outside
Everybody got heat outside
Outside it’s niggas wildin’ on the first of the month
Got buddy coughing up the cash like he allergic or some
I say we taking all your earnings
You ain’t earnest enough
You busy tryna be a hero
What’s the purpose ya’ bum?
Fi-Fi-Fi-Five, four, three, two, one
I got a blick
MAC-10’s, 762s in this clip
Ten niggas tried to stomp me out, now I’m pissed
If he running from this Buick
Then we- (Boom, boom, boom)
Ten! (Fuck is going on, bruh, what the fuck)
(Boom)
Nine! (Uh, fuck)
Eight!
Seven! (Bruh, what the fuck)
Six!
Year of the fuck nigga
Toting a blood thinner (Five)
I was blessed with the power to make a buck quicker (Four)
Cunt licker, upchuck dollars and make her butt bigger (Three! Two! One!)
One hiccup, bitch get down ‘cause this a-
St-St-St-Stuck in the ground today
I’ma make my rounds today
Listen bitch I’m leaving here with something, I’m from ‘round da way
In the mix, fortify the substance
I’m a pound of ‘ye
Difference is, I don’t fear nothing
I got time today
For anything
It’s up and away
But this the Villain’s theme
Instilling me with dark energies
Full of hostility
I’m still here
Still in the field
Still on activity
Can’t stand still
I still got the steel
Still known for stealing things
I’ma crash the New Year’s party
You really think that you could stop me?
Look at you
Sure you’ve got the power
But your form is sloppy
Performance lacking tempo
Get the memo
Lo siento, Papi (Papi?!)
She gave me all your info, Papi (Papi?!)
I know you lack credentials, Papi (Papi?!)
Have a happy new year
I see you must be new here
I’m your worst nightmare
Much clearer than it usually is
I’ll be standing right there
Closer than your mirror did
Closer than a Spirit trip
Too close; it made your spirit shift
Reevaluate, why I’m doing what you think I did
Reevaluate, how you grew from your experience
The power, the responsibility and all that other shit
Don’t matter when you can’t get a grasp on what you struggle with
Ten!
(As the clock strikes twelve…)
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
(We learn that one’s power trip can land the people we love in unwanted destinations…)
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
(Do we trust that our hero can truly fulfill his responsibilities?)
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three, two, one!
Oh, it’s the first of the month
This for the worst of the bunch
This year I’m treating every moment like a personal one (Save!)
You looking nervous or some
Did it occur to you, son?
That the city that you reppin’ is a murderous one?
Oh God! Father God! look at his bum ass
I’m notarized, I’m terrified for his bum ass
I won’t take a life or a take advice from ya’ bum ass
Fuck who said he bright
Let’s cut the lights on his bum ass
Five, four, three, two, one
I got a gun (Bitch!)
Ten 9’s, 762’s in this one
Ten toes down
I ain’t moving for none
I’m refusing to run
I’d rather shoot ‘em or some
Aye
Shots rang out
Happy New Year!
Baby, get down
Happy New Year!
Bitch, get down
You must be new here
Happy new year, not so happy new year
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
Don’t get-
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one
Don’t get hit
(Bitch)
Aye!
I’ve got so much power
I can get the baddest bitch to lie for me
I can get my softest friend to slide for me
I can get these hollow tips to fly for me
Shells outside
Niggas stealing mail outside
God, it’s hell outside
Come inside
Bitch, you can smell outside
Every nigga who failed outside
Twelve outside and they brought canines
For K through Twelve outside
It’s bleak outside
Even when it’s cold outside
Everybody got heat outside
Outside it’s niggas wildin’ on the first of the month
Got buddy coughing up the cash like he allergic or some
I say we taking all your earnings
You ain’t earnest enough
You busy tryna be a hero
What’s the purpose ya’ bum?
Fi-Fi-Fi-Five, four, three, two, one
I got a blick
MAC-10’s, 762s in this clip
Ten niggas tried to stomp me out, now I’m pissed
If he running from this Buick
Then we- (Boom, boom, boom)
Ten! (Fuck is going on, bruh, what the fuck)
(Boom)
Nine! (Uh, fuck)
Eight!
Seven! (Bruh, what the fuck)
Six!
Year of the fuck nigga
Toting a blood thinner (Five)
I was blessed with the power to make a buck quicker (Four)
Cunt licker, upchuck dollars and make her butt bigger (Three! Two! One!)
One hiccup, bitch get down ‘cause this a-
St-St-St-Stuck in the ground today
I’ma make my rounds today
Listen bitch I’m leaving here with something, I’m from ‘round da way
In the mix, fortify the substance
I’m a pound of ‘ye
Difference is, I don’t fear nothing
I got time today
For anything
It’s up and away
But this the Villain’s theme
Instilling me with dark energies
Full of hostility
I’m still here
Still in the field
Still on activity
Can’t stand still
I still got the steel
Still known for stealing things
I’ma crash the New Year’s party
You really think that you could stop me?
Look at you
Sure you’ve got the power
But your form is sloppy
Performance lacking tempo
Get the memo
Lo siento, Papi (Papi?!)
She gave me all your info, Papi (Papi?!)
I know you lack credentials, Papi (Papi?!)
Have a happy new year
I see you must be new here
I’m your worst nightmare
Much clearer than it usually is
I’ll be standing right there
Closer than your mirror did
Closer than a Spirit trip
Too close; it made your spirit shift
Reevaluate, why I’m doing what you think I did
Reevaluate, how you grew from your experience
The power, the responsibility and all that other shit
Don’t matter when you can’t get a grasp on what you struggle with
Ten!
(As the clock strikes twelve…)
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
(We learn that one’s power trip can land the people we love in unwanted destinations…)
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!
(Do we trust that our hero can truly fulfill his responsibilities?)
Powered by LyricFind
