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New Life by CGE Coolie Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 1

​Aye
Ya ya
Aye
Ya ya ya ya
Coolie Gang

Find a beat, abuse it
Break it down, reduce it
Coolie Gang never losin
Blunts fatter den reshbusha
Smokin just to numb the pain
Weed Get a nigga through it
Ion do no other drugs
Them other drugs ah have you losin

Stay wit 0’s like a bag of Funyuns
I Spit fire like my homes a dungeon
Every bar, yea it come wit punches
All my hoes yea they come wit suction
In a place and that place is sunken
Over da top like some fresh muffin
Real cool so don’t press my buttons
If you press my buttons
Im pulling triggers
Mean pressing buttons
Damn
You niggas looked pressed or sum
Got the weight damn flexing huh
Get the bag from the Mexicans
Check a bag gettin Benjamin's
Niggas mad cause they feminine
Hatin cause they full of estrogen
Smoke a blunt it’s good medicine

Coolie gang Bitch, We got bars for days
Haters always talkin, Fuck what they say
Up in the morning, she giving me face
Neck, top, I’m fucking her brains
Feel like Peter Parker lovin MJ
Mary Jane only one keepin me sane
Imma go broke if i keep buying strains
Ask me for money I give em my 2 cents
Bitch you a nuisance, I would know I used to be in shoes bitch
Mamma abusive, treated me like I was a fucking mutant
How she could do this
Cruisin, lookin for ways to get through this
Hopin it’s music, it’s therapeutic
If momma heard me bars, she would approve it
Using her motto “You love it abuse it”
Beat got some bruises, i done been through shit
Loosing my bro made a young nigga lose it
Beat got some bruises, i done through shit
Loosing my bro made a young nigga lose it
Teezy imma get you outta that unit, listen
Fuck that lil prison, we gone be livin
Get in the way of a young niggas mission
Probably go missin
Stay out my way
Stay out my face
Stay out my business
They want ya body, they have to go fishin
Raised in gutta but i am not ignat, Gifted
Like it was Christmas, Don’t get it twisted
God is my witness, I could be nice or vicious
Fuck all da critics, this is your life, live it
Do what you wanna do, fuck they opinion
Let em be livid
Broke or rich, it’s a decision
Work everyday because nothin is given
Easy to lose, hard to be winnin
Everyone Sinnin, nobody’s perfect
Look at ya eyes, I am concerned
About your well being, know that your hurtin
Hate what I’m seeing, making me nervous
Quiet but screaming, I feel your pain
You don’t look certain, On living your life
If things get rough, take my advice
Dial, 1800-273-8255 I ain’t even gone lie
I don't wanna see you die, You gone make a brotha cry
Wanna talk face to face, Not look up in the sky
Wanna say see ya later, Not say bye bye
Wanna raise you up, Not put you in the ground
Put a smile on ya face, Ion wanna see you frown
We done went too many rounds, And we can’t quit now
Yea we gone make it
Put up a fight, Get this shit shakin
Poppin like bacon, Imma go super
Know what I’m sayin, I am not playing
How you gone do this
Damn
How you gone do this
I know that yo ass is strong, So strong
Just keep pushin, yea
Damn
Just keep pushin, yea
Damn
Please don’t do this
Life is ruthless
We get through this , yea
We gone get through this, yea
We gone get through this, yea
Wooohhhh