June Luva - It's a New Day Lyrics
f/ JoJo Pellegrino[Intro: June Luva (JoJo Pellegrino)]You better run you *****ing faggotI'mma pop ya mutha*****ing top when I catch you, boy(Oh, June June, June June, get over hereWhat's the problem? You making a scene in front of the store)He owes me *****ing 50 dollars (the guy owes you fifty...You gonna risk your fiend to kill him? Look at this way, babeYou say the guy owes you 50 beans...50 beans you got that jerk off out of your life forever, huh?See what I'm saying?) You right, man, you right (Good, goodNow beat it, you bothering me, but ey, let me get that pieceBefore you get out of here, hah..) Hell no, paisan, I ain't giving you shit[June Luva]I, woke up around six o'clock in the morningI gave myself a stretch up, a morning yawningWent to the bathroom to wash upHad some soap in my face and my hands up on the cutI said uh, mirror mirror on the wallWho is the thuggest of them allThere was a rumble stumble, five minutes had lastedThe mirror said 'you are, you conceited bastard'True, he didn't have nothing else to saySo I washed off my face and grabbed the AKThen blaow, ran out the door quicklyMade a sign of the cross, may the lord be with meNiggas is low down and shiftyAnd way before Jay said it, I was screaming come and get meThis gun is so heavy, I got it stashed in the laundry bagIn the back of the trunk of my gold ChevyProblems, I don't worry, cuz when I pull that big boy outIt'll turn your ass into a boy scoutBegging and pleading sweet JesusTelling them niggas that you with to get low, before he sees usAin't no escaping automatic deathSo you can keep running and running but soon you'll run out of breathThat's when I creep on you, like ay, you need some help, cuz?And put the barrel to ya chest, play the mail fuzz[Chorus: Pharrell sample]God damn, it's a new dayGod damn, but this nigga want his moneyOooh, oooh, oooh, oooh[June Luva]Crowded blocks on your avenue, my New York City attitudeA sunny straight to yo hood, to splatter youAin't no talking about it, I'm never walking without itSixteen shells'll drop niggas, don't ever doubt itLeaving fools where they contemplated, before they even reactSome stomach shots'll leave 'em constipatedThe king of the streets is finally made it, them other dudes is impostersFascinated with movies by mobstersYou can keep ya shrimp and lobsters, I ain't no seafood loverI'm a calientele man myselfSpanish mami in the kitchen reach for beans on the shelfThat's when I, lift up her tatty, and let her know that I'm readyInsert my dick to clit, clip to gunKey to ignitions, of the finest cars that runOh, son, I'm sick with it, my flow's water like NiageraAnd ya'll other dickheads need Viagra, what[Chorus]
