| Go with that girl will make your nut up, uh
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| Sugar free up in the club like what up, uh!
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| Hair whip, fresh fit, feeling fondle
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| Free with that name, strike game
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| It just don’t sound cool
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| No she don’t want you now
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| But she gonna want you later man
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| Bitch I’ma be Katt William’s cool by then
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| Going hard in the player paint
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| Wash condition, blow dry, press flat iron
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| Hands clip, nails dipped, you’re something I wanna sell bitch
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| Yeah sure you ain’t a groupie, plenty lie on it
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| Rather get tossed around then miss you 25 hunned
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| Sugar Free, a way better sucka ducka
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| Check an out of pocket bitch, mayweather motherfucker
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| Bitch I don’t know what the fuck you think this is
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| You looking at it as if you say the bitch is
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| Now temptation, sayin, whoa shut up
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| Yeah we gonna scratch you till we get you bitch
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| And ain’t gonna lie now
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| Now what that horn do?
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| I went to the mall got a fix
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| All these hating ass niggas on my dick
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| I slide through the trap like this
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| And I left out the party with a brand new bitch
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| I came out the party hella over
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| The opposite of sober
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| New bitch, fresh out the box
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| Still going up, like a good stock
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| Dope dick thrown back, for the gwap
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| You know you wanna give me neck, you a bop
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| Show me you got intellect, give me top
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| Cause if not, ho I’m shutting down shop
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| Bitch!
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| Sick with it, bitch straight about the fucking V
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| Fuck with them then you know you gotta fuck with me
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| Cousin Fik, I ain’t never been a sucker G
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| Ain’t another nigga ever did time cause of me
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| Puffing on trees, sipping bubbly
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| Put her hb if the double tree
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| Say she wanna poster up all because of me
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| And in the next morning I’m right back in the streets and I
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| Tell her bout the thang with the bop
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| Had a bitch busting big like a chopper
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| Prrrr, killing that pussy, call the coppers
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| Nigga mad cause I had his baby come like a doctor
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| Moving like a mobster, eating on pasta
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| Run up on me wrong, you gon dread it like a rasta
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| By my clock I bite cheese like rat
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| Molly got my hoes here twisted like that
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| Diamond Lane gang nigga come get with it
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| Keep a thick nurse cause I’m so sick with it
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| Shout out to the water, shout out to the bay
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| Fuck away with us betta put a k in
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| C.O.M.P.T.O.N. |
| and that is what I’m repping
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| Tryina find a brainiac so I can get a lesson
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| Busting nut then get higher
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| After that it’s a rap, no flat iron |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brand New Bitch , by - Problem. Song from the album Welcome to Mollywood, Pt. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп