too $hort - new bitch lyrics
[intro: too $hort + female]
wake yo’ m-th-f-ckin’ -ss up, let’s have a discussion right the f-ck now
why you tryna question me, b-tch?
don’t ask me why i’m questioning you, n-gga
i’m still sleep, shut the f-ck up
nah nah, n-gga, i’ve been waiting for 5 hours, 15 minutes, 23 seconds and
counting
what, b-tch?
get yo’ -ss up
[verse 1]
i woke up this morning on some new sh-t
i rolled over like, “i need a new b-tch”
i sent a m-ss text out like “i’m cool”
i done with you hoes, i swear i’m through
so don’t text me, and don’t call me
don’t hit me with a pocket dial saying “my fault”
erase my number, and my e-mail
and that’s all you need to know, no details
and don’t be on instagram in my dm’s
talkin’ ‘bout how you pregnant, you my bm
i used a magnum every time, b-tch, stop that
lying like that’ll get you popped at
and when you see me in the club, don’t act like we still f-ckin’
just hit me with that “what’s up?” or don’t say nothin’
why i’m leaving? you really wanna know what the truth is?
i’m tired of you, girl, i need a new b-tch
[interlude]
i need a new b-tch
lose my number
i need a new b-tch
[verse 2]
why you blowin’ me up like a mad b-tch?
see my number in her phone under “daddy d-ck”
don’t be mad at me ‘cause i had to, b-tch
og player, i used to drive a cadillac
but i spent $160,000 on this sports car
got her in the front seat, she called me short dog
i said, “call me by my real name, big d-ck dad”
now there’s b-tch -ss n-ggas in her phone getting mad
don’t ask me, ask her
can’t afford therapy, go see your pastor
don’t call or text me, now or next week
she’s always with me, and it’s always s-xy
three decades of game, still pimpin’ hoes
you need to let that sh-t go—what you trippin’ fo’?
ain’t no pearl like new pearl
i said bring yo’ -ss here—what it do, girl?
she’s so exotic, and exclusive
i just might make her my new b-tch
[outro]
i need a new b-tch
lose my number
i need a new b-tch
you better lose my number
i need a new b-tch
i need a new one, a new b-tch—b-tch!
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