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New Phone – Joey Cool Lyrics

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard you bad
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard you bad

[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
Joey Cool drugged and juking, look at all this nuking
I thought about Moulin Rouge-ing, booting, Baton Rouge-ing
Life like a Batman movie, I done came back like 2-3
Say buddy, rap like “Ooh wee”, been a bit bad and boujee
I am from a city in the Midwest, I might die with an empress
I’m on grind making imprints, I ain’t got time I ain’t impressed
On mine I’ma invest, ice dry but the shit wet
Can’t clout on mine, you ain’t got climb with the reach I bet
Bitch I bet, I get shine for this bitch I rep
Price getting high for the features, yes
Let me know when you get there, yes
I’m outside we can meet there, yes
Somebody say you paying rent there, yes
You with no girl, y’all sleep there, yes
My lil’ homie can’t sit here, ah
All my niggas still rolling, can’t nobody control ’em
Some of my niggas still holding, all my niggas still blowing
Shark in the tank with fishes, Ozark shout them misses
Ark when I order my dishes, pardon my raw intentions
You are not part of my vision

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard you bad
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard you bad

[Verse 2: Joey Cool]
I put it on my word, y’all niggas on my nerves
Y’all better read that sign, please do not disturb
Man all of y’all on herbs, man this is all absurd
Y’all niggas not confirmed, y’all niggas rock like serves
Gucci all on my belt, Gucci all on my frames
Polo all on my drawers, ruby don’t get no fame
Hope we don’t get no name, Coolie don’t get no game
You be on simp shit mane, I’m with a temptress mane
The boy done abide all laws, same when behind closed doors
I gotta find my cause, I couldn’t find no more
I had to find my voice, I had to mind my choice
Look at lil’ Joey Cool now, now I just find her moist
I’m in my pocket smoking my pop shit
I’ma go cop shit on a concoction
And it ain’t no pop shit, and it ain’t no rock shit
And it ain’t no block shit, nigga this my shit
Niggas be pompous, look what I accomplished
Said they want bomb it, gotta be nauseous
Pardon my progress, pardon all past this
Got it so obvious, pardon they nonsense

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard do bad
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard do bad

[Verse 3: Kye Colors]
Ah, papa got a brand new bag, for a brand new bitch she bad
Got face and shades, no ass, bought a brand new whip no tax
She gon’ do whatever I ask, cutthroat put it on smash
I got it live in the city, we let it spread to the masses
Nike just send me some Maxes, ’cause I keep on giving ’em classes
Stretching the money, elastic, dodging the hate and the static
It’s hard to be humble and average, I built this shit from the ground up
You see the news out of town cut, touchdown gotta dial us
Keep it cool like Joey do, real niggas can’t panic
None of this shit got handed, they ask me “How do I manage?”
How I be living, all of these women, niggas can’t stand it
Taking this shit to the mall, shoot for the stars, land on the planet

[Chorus: Joey Cool]
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard do bad
Papa got a brand new bag, James Brown, new swag
Brand new phone, new mag, I don’t care who ask
On the good foot you drag, I’m first, you last
Lil’ nigga, curfew past, I heard do bad 

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