Listen to New World Order (N.W.O) song with lyrics from Bas

New World Order (N.W.O)

Bas29 Apr 2014

New World Order (N.W.O) Lyrics

 

New World Order (N W O) (Explicit) - Bas

 

I swear it feel like

 

I swear it feel like

 

I swear it feel like a quarter to midnight

Riding in Dis 5

Bumping my own sh*t bumping my own sh*t

Pedal to the floor I ain't braking no more

 

And we get paid that's off words

And I've been made ho that's my word

 

Ho that's my word

 

This sh*t is for life N-W-O

I ain't hitting you back I'm done with you hoes

 

N-W-O

 

Money growing farms gotta get your figures up

Gotta grow an arm before you pull your niggas up

Spend it on a bond money you was savin' up

And all they could respond is you never gave enough

Everything gratuitous

You don't want a pot to

Piss you want a pool to piss

Never taking it for granted like I'm new to this

Keep my waitress heavy handed f**k my stewardess

Who is this sick ni**a

Jealousy a trait saved for you b**ch niggas

So wait b**ch hold up get a hold of this ni**a

Just got out the meeting and they talking big figures

But I'mma need more money than

These drop a brick niggas

Convos and commas convos and K's

If that's what you talking ho convos for days

Sky so big got condos in space

Let's save the world all in good taste

 

And we get paid that's off words

And I've been made ho that's my word

 

Ho that's my word

 

This sh*t is for life N-W-O

I ain't hitting you back I'm done with you hoes

 

N-W-O

 

I got us a worth purse that's the truest of it

A bird lose itself worth that's the Louie of it

Why so materialistic life will pass you egotistic

It's how the universe work that's the beauty of it

Seen you from the first twerk that's the booty of it

Lately been so hedonistic give me a**

Don't need no friendship

Living life all my tickets copped one way

And these b**ches all in my runway

As of late I drink and smoke everyday

Hesitate just another shot you never take

Riding down the block in the Rari

 

Tryna' squeeze two hoes besides me

 

Six at the club turned twelve at the hotel

You would think these hoes Saimese

And they got hommies bodies

And they roll L's if I let them ride shotty

 

'Cause that's all it would take

Let's save the world all in good taste

 

And we get paid that's off words

And I've been made ho that's my word

 

Ho that's my word

 

This sh*t is for life N-W-O

I ain't hitting you back I'm done with you hoes

 

N-W-O

 

Me I'm too fly y'all sweet y'all niggas fruit flies

 

Y'all speak y'all niggas hoopla

 

Y'all weak y'all in the hoopra from no

I must be the coldest walk up in the room vroom

And you b**ch old I'm looking for some new's

 

I must be the coldest walk up in the room vroom

 

 

And you b**ch old I'm looking for some new's