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austray - newgen lyrics

[intro: rdg quang]
oh

yea, yea, yea, yea

[chorus: rdg quang]
hop out onna’ scene
double cup, i’m pouring yea i’m acting like its lean
damn my pills, its fat as shit it
lookin like a bean
why your bitch she leanin’
yea she feinin’ she feinin’ for the (fuck)
yea she feinin’ yea she feinin’ for that pill bitch
when you rich, you gon’ be up on that hill bitch
at the club yea i’m running all that bills yea
on a two man yea i’m playing with no feel huh
your best friend wanna fuck with me?
i don’t fuck with that bitch
your bitch is lonely yea, she don’t need no stylist
i don’t care if your pussy got some mileage milеage
but she gon wreckin’ ball if shе look like miley cyrus

[verse 1: 1effren]
hop inside that double
i got robins ina’ rolls royce
bitch i’m eating this triple
who’s the greatest? i say yo soy
jump inside that pussy like i’m mario
wit’ these gold coins
shorty wanna suck it
she been staring at my damn groin
fiendin’ for this meat,tthis bitch she wants me in a sirloin
me and her together, she my twin, it’s like we conjoined
bitch i’m on the net you know i’m spendin’ all this bitcoin
fuckin’ on your thottie, she been talkin’ bout some damn boy
[verse 2: tecrxyne]
told lil bro man up, we ain’t toting toys
nigga said he better, want a cookie? chips ahoy!
bad bitch, she fienin for me, i see her joy
if a nigga tryna run up then we leave him swimming with the coy
run into yo shawty and i turn her to my bitch
nigga talking down, i been fienin to click
i got the recipe in the kitchen like it’s chick+fil+a
yo bitch hungry for a steak
i take her to my homemade steakhouse and give her plates
i got the racks right in my safe
nigga talking down put him in his place
put him in a shirt like it’s bathing ape
i+i+i stay eating at the bank
niggas stalk me, they some fans
i stay posted up with the gang
call up kanye, he sippin’ on drank

[verse 3: austray]
sippin’ on drank
like i’m motherfucking nettspend
shoot up every rich wigga’ up n west end
fuckin’ on a bad bitch
yea, dats’ my best friend
how many racks you need for a shotgun?
about 10
i know every dude wit designer clothes
likes men
got the new setup
shoutout my boy william
i be out here makin money
got the new jordans
we aussie’s broke
fuck the australian government
can’t even rent a house in toowoomba
stomp on a bitch, built like a goomba
motherfucker i ain’t a shooter
ima hitter
got this gas like i’m hitler
ion’ talk to pussy’s
cause i don’t feel ya
too many fake bitches
jus’ be realer
man i need a house
somebody give me a milla’
[chorus: rdg quang]
hop out onna’ scene
double cup, i’m pouring yea i’m acting like its lean
damn my pills, its fat as shit it
lookin like a bean
why your bitch she leanin’
yea she feinin’ she feinin’ for the (fuck)
yea she feinin’ yea she feinin’ for that pill bitch
when you rich, you gon’ be up on that hill bitch
at the club yea i’m running all that bills yea
on a two man yea i’m playing with no feel huh
your best friend wanna fuck with me?
i don’t fuck with that bitch
your bitch is lonely yea, she don’t need no stylist

- austray lyrics

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