PROBLEM - Brand New Bitch lyrics

rate me

Go with that girl will make you nut up, uh

Sugar free up in the club like waddup, uh!

Hair whip, fresh fit, feeling fondle

Free with that name, strike game

It just don’t sound cool

No she don’t want you now

But she gonna want you later main

Bitch I’ma be Katt William’s cool by then

Going hard in the player paint

Wash condition, blow dry, press flat iron

Hands clip, nails dipped, you’re something I wanna sell bitch

Yeah sure you ain’t a groupie, plenty lie on it

Rather get tossed around then miss you 25 hunned

Sugar free, a way better sucka ducka

Check an out of pocket bitch, mayweather motherfucker

Bitch I don’t know what the fuck you think this is

You looking at it as if you say the bitch is

Now temptation, sayin, whoa shut up

Yeah we gonna scratch you till we get you bitch

And ain’t gonna lie now

Now what that horn do?

[Hook] x 2

I went to the mall got a fix

All these hating ass niggas on my dick

I slide through the trap like this

And I left out the party with a brand new bitch

I came out the party hella over

The opposite of sober

New bitch, fresh out the box,

Still going up, like a good stock

Dope dick thrown back, for the gwap

You know you wanna give me neck, you a bop

Show me you got intellect, give me top

Cause if not, hoe I’m shutting down shop

Bitch!

Sick with it, bitch straight about the fucking V

Fuck with them, then you know you gotta fuck with me

Cousin Fik, I ain’t never been a sucker g

Ain’t another nigga ever did time cause of me

Puffing on trees, sipping bubbly

Put her hb if the double tree

Say she wanna poster up all because of me

And in the next morning I’m right back in the streets and I’m

[Hook] x 2

I went to the mall got a fix

All these hating ass niggas on my dick

I slide through the trap like this

And I left out the party with a brand new bitch

Tell her bout the thang with the bop

Had a bitch busting big like a chopper

Prrrr, killing that pussy, call the coppers

Nigga mad cause I had his baby come like a doctor

Moving like a mobster, eating on pasta

Run up on me wrong, you gon dread it like a rasta

By my clock i bite cheese like rat

Molly got my hoes here twisted like that

Dollar in the game nigga come get with it

Keep a thick nurse cause I’m so sick with it

Shout out to the water, shout out to the bay

Fuck away with us betta put a k in

C.O.M.P.T.O.N. and that is what I’m repping

Tryina find a brainiac so I can get a lesson

Busting nut then get higher

After that it’s a rap, no flat iron

[Hook] x 2

I went to the mall got a fare

All these hating ass niggas on my dick

I slide through the trap like this

And I left up the party with a brand new bitch.

Thanks to Andyy for correcting these lyrics