Something New – Cam’Ron – letras

LOOK MA!I don’t care who you with…I ain’t here to shoot the shit…When you see me, you gon’ see an exclusive whip..A coupe or six….That’s neither here or therebut we can be here or there..you feel me?I’m Killa…so that means you dealing with skrilla…you ever felt Chinchilla, HUH?[Verse 1: Cam’Ron]KILLA!Ayo she even on the internet (computer), or watching lifetime (T.V)But she never met me in her life time (never)Wore a size 5 (five), roll with five-nine (9)…I keep 9-9, nine for the pipeline![Verse 2: Hell Rell]And they call me Ruger Rell, how you doing baby? (what’s good?)I like how you haul with the bricks, I can move ’em babyYeah…Mr Campbell, I’m kind of souped maI ain’t into talking, it’s you getting in the coupe ma[Verse 3: Cam’Ron]Yeah…plus her eyes hot (hot), get in my drop (drop)She said why….shit I’m like why not?Where you wanna go…the wafflehouse, iHop?Now sit ya head in my lap, meet cyclopse![Verse 4: Hell Rell]Or we can do Mr Kay’s on the weekdays….Steakhouse weekends, feeling using sheep skins (word)And I’m all grown up with a peach BenzI’m tryna fuck I ain’t really wanna be friends[HOOK]UH…SHE FLY (SHE FLY), SHE CUTE (SHE CUTE), SHE RIDE (IN WHAT?)..IN COUPES (OH)SHE SHOOT, SHE NICE, SHE RUDE…BUT SHE STILL WANT SOMETHING NEEEEEEW[Verse 5: Cam’Ron]Dipset….remember summer crazy? (loco)But you been mad since Brenda had a baby (’91)I’m just a offspring…members of the 80’sgive surrender to his lady, get offended if she play me (WHOA!)I know…a lot of men are phonyyou just looking for that homey that can be ya tenderoniThat one and only, that stop from being lonelythat Chachi to ya Joni, that rock ya little pony[Verse 6: Hell Rell]Hell Rell and a model sitting in a GT……K-I-S-S-I-N-GFirst come love, nah it ain’t loveI’m a gangsta, make her hold my guns to my drugsYeah, I know she feeling a gangsta BUT…it’s hard for her to be with a gangstaThere’s some certain things that she gotta do to keep me happyFry some good chicken, when I hit it call me daddy…c’mon!Weeks Ave mama, I get cash mamaThose some sexy thighs, I like that ass mamaSomething like a G cause I bust my magMama you don’t love me you just love my swag[HOOK]UH…SHE FLY (SHE FLY), SHE CUTE (SHE CUTE), SHE RIDE (IN WHAT?)..IN COUPES (OH)SHE SHOOT, SHE NICE, SHE RUDE…BUT SHE STILL WANT SOMETHING NEEEEEEW[Verse 7: Cam’Ron]And I’m lactose intolerant, pack toast no toleranceBlack mac in backpack, Blackjack and hollasense!Any turbulance (turbulance), we’ll go to ProvidenceI keep the murder tints…on the ImpalamingeAny murder prints? (shhh), no acknowledgementI go to work sir (sir), she in college missIf I like her I’m cuffing her…the wife of a hustler….be nice to ya customersWhen she bite it I muzzle her…tight when I cuddle her…that’s right when I puzzle herYeah I’m right for the jugular…I ain’t tryna juggle ya…diamonds when I smother her[Verse 8: Hell Rell]Yeah..and you know all my guns got a mufflerJust wanna see the slut in her, I don’t want a hug from her (nope)This the life and I’m living it upAnd if you wanna be with a G, then get in my truck[HOOK]UH…SHE FLY (SHE FLY), SHE CUTE (SHE CUTE), SHE RIDE (IN WHAT?)..IN COUPES (OH)SHE SHOOT, SHE NICE, SHE RUDE…BUT SHE STILL WANT SOMETHING NEEEEEEW