Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Newbie , by - Bryson Tiller. Song from the album Bryson Tiller, in the genre R&BRelease date: 13.02.2018
Record label: Straight To The Top
Song language: English
Newbie |
| Yeah, yes sir |
| The new nigga, where the fuck did he come from? |
| I got all these niggas shocked, stun gun |
| And there will never be a nigga I run from |
| Pussy nigga speed dial 9−1-1 |
| I walk around wit' my chin up |
| Fresh and cold, it’s winter |
| Neck fill with more juice than a fucking bar mitzvah |
| That’s what I deserve, I be ridin' round in that Hertz |
| 'Cause a nigga tryin' to kill me |
| I will fuck around and whack him first, yeah |
| Then and there, she dissed me |
| But I just saw your girlfriend with |
| She know I ain’t Pepsi but that bitch still tryna qench me |
| When I’m hungry, I eat this beat |
| 'Cause that’s just my killer instinct |
| Bars on bars on bars, I lock you niggas up, I got plenty |
| Niggas ain’t see me early, ayy |
| Diss me, nigga I dare you 'cause |
| All these niggas is fake as that jewelry they be wearin', uh |
| Gut top the whip, now I’m ridin' in the caucus |
| Fresh hat above my head like I’m thankin' Arby’s |
| I’m rollin' with some Barbie hoes, they love them whip, cardio |
| I drive these bitches crazy up until I Peter Parker, ho |
| She Spider-Man, saw me on the web, want me to fly her in |
| She told you that she only like girls, nigga try again |
| Exception for tonight though, she gon' pop it for the new dude |
| Kicks match my pull-over, I had to cop 'em, woop woop |
| Tell them hoes when the train on me, they legs gon' be, «Choo choo» |
| I’m crazy, coo coo, they like «Maybe,» I’m like, «Coo, coo» |
| Heh, new rules, my game, never changes |
| My hoes be light skin, my phone book, yellow pages, hehe |
| That was crazy, she black and white, immigration |
| She goes to South America, she could rock as Venezuela |
| I’m new, I’m sick, my crib should be an incubator |
| My flow on incinerator, make yo' box incinerate ya |
| I’m in the buildin', renovator |
| I will not befriend a hater |
| Fuck the world, penetrator |
| Life’s a bitch, inseminate her |
| All you niggas jealous, they still runnin' on the track |
| But in person, you out of breath |
| Like you just did a hundred laps, nigga |
| I can do a hundred reps in one night |
| Bitch, I’m Mister Claus |
| Slidin' down your chimney, skip the tree and I’m gon' get you, bro |
| No, I wouldn’t get involved 'cause I can be an asshole |
| If these wack niggas want beef, I got my last ho |
| Niggas need to ask, yo, and know so |
| Last young niggas make it rain over and over, snow globe |
| Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hol' up, least I kill these poachers |
| I don’t give a damn, can’t nobody fuck my flow up |
| Put yo' head in the briefcase, and mind yo' own business, shit |
| My mama told me tell you mind yo' goddamn motherfuckin' business, bitch |
| Young mama, what’s in yo' drink? |
| I think I’ma finish it |
| Tonight when we sexing, you gon' think that I invented it |
| Bitch, I’m making bangers for the industry |
| Tell somebody fuck with me |
| Tell somebody can’t nobody fuck with me, I’m too cold |
| Yeah, haha, hehe, tell 'em that I do this man, this what I do man, |
| this what I does! |
| Hehe, nah, I ain’t on no cocky shit though. |
| But for real, |
| I just want love, hehe. |
| Everybody’s fuckin' with me man. |
| I’m dropping bangers |