Lyrics

Put your shoes on girl, we going out cause my face on ten and the body like yeow
Yes, I got a man but I don't give a fuck, if I see him in the club all my girls tell me to duck
Cause it's a new batch of ****, imma see what that's about
If I get my **** mad, imma let that **** pout cause he ain't filling my account that **** pockets on a drought
The new **** buy me anything, everything a discount
Hit the ground running when he send me to the streets
He know I'm a athlete, track star, cleats
Singing on the dick, no beat, acapella
If I spot him in the club, I ain't see him, Helen Keller
Main man hit me asking questions, bye
New man in the spot, I be like, "Hi"
He could blow a bag, I wanna see him try
Old man acting up but I got newer fish to fry
Come on girl (Come on down)
We stepping out to the club to do the Charlie Brown (Ayee)
Come on girl (Come on down)
(Let's go) Cause it's a new batch of **** in town (Ah)
Come on girl (Come on down)
I like my man just like my Dusse, brown (Ayee)
Come on girl, come on down
Cause it's a new batch of **** in town (Let's go)
If I could, get that wood, I'd be good
If I could, then I would, as I should
Hey you, come over, I know you see me
I never seen you here before, or any of them
Must be from O.T.
This should be interesting
New batch of ****
I'm spending they figures
I'm biting my finger
He eat me for dinner
They fresh and they look right
Pussy bald, pussy tight
He look good, that's my type
And I know that's right
Written by: Christian Santana, Maximus Vicenty
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