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New Edition Video (MV)




Performed By: Wizz Havinn
Featuring: Rob49
Language: English
Written by: Tareek Williams




Wizz Havinn - New Edition Lyrics




[ Featuring Rob49 ]

Alright, yeah
Yeah

Yeah, when you the nigga with all the money, all these hoes gon' treat you different (for real)
Give a f*ck I'm goin' to link up with Donald Trump, I'm bringin' my members (ayy)
One thing I hate about bougie hoes, they ain't never had no ambition, huh (yeah)
Only thing they know go get pretty and live off niggas (woo)
Reason I hate these f*ck niggas, catch murders and tell they business, huh (for real)
They get in that jam (hoo), started singin', New Edition, hoo (alright)
I don't need no Rolex to tell my time, bitch, this my time, huh (right now)
49 back outside, stand on business and pop that fye, huh

Niggas know I'm on my tip-top, me and bro switch hoes a lot (woo)
Bitch, 49, he a star (yeah), but he still'll go post up on his block (for real)
Nigga come out the hood, gettin' chips and cheese from the candy lady (ayy)
Or a frozen cup, cold cup, whatever you say, bitch, that's how I say it (hoo)
We done seen a nigga laugh all day, but when it come time, we leave shit dead (for real)
I was curled up in the bed when they put that monitor on my leg (hoo)
I don't do too much talkin', it's to the point I'm payin' hoes to f*ck (ayy)
Just 'cause you took that lil' thousand dollars, that don't mean you a real-deal slut (hoo)
That just mean you the one that understand the green, know what come with this lil' money (ayy)
I been takin' pills every day, hoo, 49 young rich junkie, nigga (junkie)
I ain't even lyin' to these hoes, I'm keepin' it real (keepin' it real)
Catchin' murder ones, we don't care 'bout no attempts ('bout no attempts)
Tell 'em look me up on Google, bitch, I'm him (bitch, I'm him)
I'm a project nigga eatin' noodles with my shrimps (hoo)
Bitch, I pop shit like a plumber, like a pimp (like a pimp, nigga)
In the cockpit with the pilot on the jet, nigga (alright, alright, alright)
These all emeralds, we don't care 'bout no baguette (woo, hoo)
When you see brother, better have your f*ckin' gat, nigga (for real)

When you the nigga with all the money, all these hoes gon' treat you different (for real)
Give a f*ck I'm goin' to link up with Donald Trump, I'm bringin' my members (ayy)
One thing I hate about bougie hoes, they ain't never had no ambition, huh (yeah)
Only thing they know go get pretty and live off niggas (woo)
Reason I hate these f*ck niggas, catch murders and tell they business, huh (for real)
They get in that jam (hoo), started singin', New Edition, hoo (alright)
I don't need no Rolex to tell my time, bitch, this my time, huh (right now)
49 back outside, stand on business and pop that fye (aw yeah)

Soon as I got all this money, I upgraded my pimpin' (I upgraded my pimpin')
Just like FIFA, all these bitches wanna kick it, I'm the ticket (aw yeah)
I won't do shit for attention, I'm a real street nigga (I'm a real street nigga)
Know this shit ain't sweet, nigga, Wizz keep that piece with him (know I keep that thang on me)
Thirty on my piece, nigga, I'll be damned, I let you take it (I'll be damned, I let you take it)
Trappin' out the trailer park, servin' all the Slim Shadies (all the Slim Shadies)
Rappin' like a dope boy, you ain't never sold nothin' (never)
Know that bitch look good on the 'Gram
But she ain't on nothin' (but that bitch ain't worth nothin')
I take the rocks and add it with the sand and make a whole one (make a whole thing)
Solid nigga, I won't fold or bend, swear I'm the whole hundred

You know I won't change, nigga
Super
Super motherf*ckin' Wizz

Yeah, when you the nigga with all the money, all these hoes gon' treat you different (for real)
Give a f*ck I'm goin' to link up with Donald Trump, I'm bringin' my members (ayy)
One thing I hate about bougie hoes, they ain't never had no ambition, huh (yeah)
Only thing they know go get pretty and live off niggas (woo)
Reason I hate these f*ck niggas, catch murders and tell they business, huh (for real)
They get in that jam (hoo), started singin', New Edition, hoo (alright)
I don't need no Rolex to tell my time, bitch, this my time, huh (right now)
49 back outside, stand on business and pop that fye (brrt)
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English

Alright, yeah
Yeah

Yeah, when you the nigga with all the money, all these hoes gon' treat you different (for real)
Give a f*ck I'm goin' to link up with Donald Trump, I'm bringin' my members (ayy)
One thing I hate about bougie hoes, they ain't never had no ambition, huh (yeah)
Only thing they know go get pretty and live off niggas (woo)
Reason I hate these f*ck niggas, catch murders and tell they business, huh (for real)
They get in that jam (hoo), started singin', New Edition, hoo (alright)
I don't need no Rolex to tell my time, bitch, this my time, huh (right now)
49 back outside, stand on business and pop that fye, huh

Niggas know I'm on my tip-top, me and bro switch hoes a lot (woo)
Bitch, 49, he a star (yeah), but he still'll go post up on his block (for real)
Nigga come out the hood, gettin' chips and cheese from the candy lady (ayy)
Or a frozen cup, cold cup, whatever you say, bitch, that's how I say it (hoo)
We done seen a nigga laugh all day, but when it come time, we leave shit dead (for real)
I was curled up in the bed when they put that monitor on my leg (hoo)
I don't do too much talkin', it's to the point I'm payin' hoes to f*ck (ayy)
Just 'cause you took that lil' thousand dollars, that don't mean you a real-deal slut (hoo)
That just mean you the one that understand the green, know what come with this lil' money (ayy)
I been takin' pills every day, hoo, 49 young rich junkie, nigga (junkie)
I ain't even lyin' to these hoes, I'm keepin' it real (keepin' it real)
Catchin' murder ones, we don't care 'bout no attempts ('bout no attempts)
Tell 'em look me up on Google, bitch, I'm him (bitch, I'm him)
I'm a project nigga eatin' noodles with my shrimps (hoo)
Bitch, I pop shit like a plumber, like a pimp (like a pimp, nigga)
In the cockpit with the pilot on the jet, nigga (alright, alright, alright)
These all emeralds, we don't care 'bout no baguette (woo, hoo)
When you see brother, better have your f*ckin' gat, nigga (for real)

When you the nigga with all the money, all these hoes gon' treat you different (for real)
Give a f*ck I'm goin' to link up with Donald Trump, I'm bringin' my members (ayy)
One thing I hate about bougie hoes, they ain't never had no ambition, huh (yeah)
Only thing they know go get pretty and live off niggas (woo)
Reason I hate these f*ck niggas, catch murders and tell they business, huh (for real)
They get in that jam (hoo), started singin', New Edition, hoo (alright)
I don't need no Rolex to tell my time, bitch, this my time, huh (right now)
49 back outside, stand on business and pop that fye (aw yeah)

Soon as I got all this money, I upgraded my pimpin' (I upgraded my pimpin')
Just like FIFA, all these bitches wanna kick it, I'm the ticket (aw yeah)
I won't do shit for attention, I'm a real street nigga (I'm a real street nigga)
Know this shit ain't sweet, nigga, Wizz keep that piece with him (know I keep that thang on me)
Thirty on my piece, nigga, I'll be damned, I let you take it (I'll be damned, I let you take it)
Trappin' out the trailer park, servin' all the Slim Shadies (all the Slim Shadies)
Rappin' like a dope boy, you ain't never sold nothin' (never)
Know that bitch look good on the 'Gram
But she ain't on nothin' (but that bitch ain't worth nothin')
I take the rocks and add it with the sand and make a whole one (make a whole thing)
Solid nigga, I won't fold or bend, swear I'm the whole hundred

You know I won't change, nigga
Super
Super motherf*ckin' Wizz

Yeah, when you the nigga with all the money, all these hoes gon' treat you different (for real)
Give a f*ck I'm goin' to link up with Donald Trump, I'm bringin' my members (ayy)
One thing I hate about bougie hoes, they ain't never had no ambition, huh (yeah)
Only thing they know go get pretty and live off niggas (woo)
Reason I hate these f*ck niggas, catch murders and tell they business, huh (for real)
They get in that jam (hoo), started singin', New Edition, hoo (alright)
I don't need no Rolex to tell my time, bitch, this my time, huh (right now)
49 back outside, stand on business and pop that fye (brrt)
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Writer: Tareek Williams
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