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New Rules Video (MV)




Performed By: David Moses
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: David Moses, Justin Jones




David Moses - New Rules Lyrics
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Yeah
Now let me tell you bout my city from a very different perspective (what)
Smokin' weed on Market Street niggas bool, balm and bollected
Park the car along the beach, keep ya eyes on all the detectives
Ain't no need to air it out 'cus niggas know that I'm the freshest (yahh)
I pull off from that curb like whoa (wha!)
Diamond's rollin' through I'm lookin' like a ball of snow
Hit the left on Manchester, I'm cruisin' through Westchester
Make a right on Sepulveda for that In N Out flow (wha!)
My whole life I seen lights, no daydreams (Ok)
I got more chips when I seen Vegas at 18 (18)
But don't push me, these niggas that overlooked me
Are shiverin' out they boots, give no favors if you mistook me (what!)
Law, that's law
I like them quick broads in them thangs that go fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law, inhale gas (yeah)
I like them quick broads in them thangs that move fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
I roll one, I roll two, these pink rocks can fold you
Bitches might miss you, but niggas will try and diss you (what!)
Young homies false flagging', quit tryna make it an issue (wha!)
Penthouse I did that, notepad I signed that (wha!)
Westside my favorite, you know what my state is
I open a couple apps and let you check up on my playlist
You lookin' behind the bar and you can see I sip the greatest
These bitches from Inglewood will let you have it, can you take it?
Hold on (what, what)
I gotta preach (listen)
Ya mental health is dependent on what you eat (what is you sayin')
This knowledge be food for thought for the streets (wha!)
I got a good grip, and I ain't got cleats
Law, that's law
I like them quick broads in them thangs that go fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law, inhale gas (yeah)
I like them quick broads in them thangs that move fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
Law, thats law
I like them quick broads in them thangs that go fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag
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English

Yeah
Now let me tell you bout my city from a very different perspective (what)
Smokin' weed on Market Street niggas bool, balm and bollected
Park the car along the beach, keep ya eyes on all the detectives
Ain't no need to air it out 'cus niggas know that I'm the freshest (yahh)
I pull off from that curb like whoa (wha!)
Diamond's rollin' through I'm lookin' like a ball of snow
Hit the left on Manchester, I'm cruisin' through Westchester
Make a right on Sepulveda for that In N Out flow (wha!)
My whole life I seen lights, no daydreams (Ok)
I got more chips when I seen Vegas at 18 (18)
But don't push me, these niggas that overlooked me
Are shiverin' out they boots, give no favors if you mistook me (what!)
Law, that's law
I like them quick broads in them thangs that go fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law, inhale gas (yeah)
I like them quick broads in them thangs that move fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
I roll one, I roll two, these pink rocks can fold you
Bitches might miss you, but niggas will try and diss you (what!)
Young homies false flagging', quit tryna make it an issue (wha!)
Penthouse I did that, notepad I signed that (wha!)
Westside my favorite, you know what my state is
I open a couple apps and let you check up on my playlist
You lookin' behind the bar and you can see I sip the greatest
These bitches from Inglewood will let you have it, can you take it?
Hold on (what, what)
I gotta preach (listen)
Ya mental health is dependent on what you eat (what is you sayin')
This knowledge be food for thought for the streets (wha!)
I got a good grip, and I ain't got cleats
Law, that's law
I like them quick broads in them thangs that go fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law, inhale gas (yeah)
I like them quick broads in them thangs that move fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag (that bag!)
I'm the best you ever had (yeah)
Baby that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
(That's law)
Don't come in to my space bombin' the spot man that's law
Law, thats law
I like them quick broads in them thangs that go fast
Smash, cash, pass, pull out the bag
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Writer: David Moses, Justin Jones
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