M Huncho – New Era Lyrics

Huncho, I’m on the blocka
Guns and roses ’cause I only roll with drummers, woah
I ball with food somethin’ like Ibaka
Pull up, have ’em makin’ noises like Chewbacca, woah (Woah, woah)
I’m on the blocka (Block)

Got devil’s food, but this ain’t Betty Crocker, no
I got the Holy Grail, no Magna Carta (Carta)
I raised some kids, but I am not a father yet (Facts)
I watched them spendin’ money on them Prada (Prada)
Yeah, I like Prada but the devil likes the Prada too
Pull up on the lames I came for Lahmacun
And I don’t talk in rooms, unless I feel the room
The Louis Vuitton, that’s why they treat me different
I’m with Lucien Clarke, we skatin’ on these bitches
In the green, I was poor
They always treat me different
Now, it’s bands, galore (Yeah)
And I can’t keep a mistress, and I’m with the cause
Not because it’s trendin’ and I sweep the floors
When rappers talkin’ figures and I reap rewards
From all this fruit of labor, I would wear Dior, but I am not a Christian

Huncho, I’m on the blocka (Block)
Guns and roses ’cause I only roll with drummers, woah
I ball with food somethin’ like Ibaka (Ibaka)
Pull up, have ’em makin’ noises like Chewbacca, woah (Woah, woah)
I’m on the blocka (Block)
Guess we in a new era (I’m on the blocka)
Guess we in a new era (I’m on the blocka)

I like my house gated, I don’t really want no neighbors (Facts)
When their ship was drownin’, Huncholini was their savior (Sunk)
Now they don’t behave, I get the Drac’, I’m on my worst behavior (Worst)
Run the cake up, (missing lyrics) or get the bill paid (Cash)
Finish all your whine, baby, come, let’s fuck for leisure (Fuck)
Come, let’s fuck for pleasure (Fuck)
Fuckin’ with my wrist up (Wrist)
Didn’t get a look until I went and got my bread up (Cash, cash)
Fuck the violations, we put bread down for Ukraine, yeah
Get you down while I’m on business, somewhere in Odessa
Presser, presser (Press, press), get a Vespa
The thing got sick, I think I’m sicker (I think I’m sicker)
Ask Cage, you can ask my bruddas (Woo)
We some pressure, got some diamonds, that shit wasn’t no pressure
Anywhere I go, I smoke my spliff, my eyes are redder
But I’m fed up, really fed up
Rappers turned to cappers, guess we’re all in a new era
(Rappers turned to cappers), guess we’re all in a new era
(Rappers turned to cappers), guess we’re all in a new era

Guess we’re all in a new era

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