NEWGOTHB!TCH
(Yuh)
Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control
Shawty told me lay her down
I put her in a choke hold (Ah)
And I'm sorry I don't text hoes
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
Wake the fuck up, don't reminisce aye
Put like six cuts right on my wrist aye
Now they wanna be me
With my outfits lookin decked out
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
I told her to suck my dick
Real quick
Better come and up it
I might fuck it
I might choke that bitch
Her eyes rollin' back while I'm
Fuckin the back of her brain
I'm just a nasty mothafucka
Gotta get that cash lil mothafucka
I'm like the grinch I don't like christmas
I like bitches uh uh uh
The way that she wear makeup look
She lookin like she goth
She got daddy issues
That's why she be taking off the top
She a freak she got tattoos
Now she rockin hella bondage
We been talking in the dms
Now she just wanna be mine now
Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control
Shawty told me lay her down
I put her in a choke hold (Ah)
And I'm sorry I don't text hoes
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
(Yuh, aye, yuh) I said
Woah woah woah woah
Mm my thottie givin throat
She told me she a baddie
Off the xanny and the coke
Yeah, fuck it
We getting back to the meta
Early access in the pussy, that's beta
Yuh she be my little fuckin goth bitch
I'm recording while I fuck her
Put her on Twitch
That's why I'm winning
While I treat her like a misfit
Wing-tip lashes
Got me staying on my simp shit
(Aye, look huh, what, aye)
Where I'm at
Yeah that bitch be into cosplay
That's why she dress like a cat
She got black fuckin leggings
Like the way she throw it back
I broke her back like a kit kat
She lovin the way that I fuck that
(Yuh)
Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control
Shawty told me lay her down
I put her in a choke hold (Ah)
And I'm sorry I don't text hoes
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
Wake the fuck up, don't reminisce aye
Put like six cuts right on my wrist aye
Now they wanna be me
With my outfits lookin decked out
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control
Shawty told me lay her down
I put her in a choke hold (Ah)
And I'm sorry I don't text hoes
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
Wake the fuck up, don't reminisce aye
Put like six cuts right on my wrist aye
Now they wanna be me
With my outfits lookin decked out
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
I told her to suck my dick
Real quick
Better come and up it
I might fuck it
I might choke that bitch
Her eyes rollin' back while I'm
Fuckin the back of her brain
I'm just a nasty mothafucka
Gotta get that cash lil mothafucka
I'm like the grinch I don't like christmas
I like bitches uh uh uh
The way that she wear makeup look
She lookin like she goth
She got daddy issues
That's why she be taking off the top
She a freak she got tattoos
Now she rockin hella bondage
We been talking in the dms
Now she just wanna be mine now
Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control
Shawty told me lay her down
I put her in a choke hold (Ah)
And I'm sorry I don't text hoes
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
(Yuh, aye, yuh) I said
Woah woah woah woah
Mm my thottie givin throat
She told me she a baddie
Off the xanny and the coke
Yeah, fuck it
We getting back to the meta
Early access in the pussy, that's beta
Yuh she be my little fuckin goth bitch
I'm recording while I fuck her
Put her on Twitch
That's why I'm winning
While I treat her like a misfit
Wing-tip lashes
Got me staying on my simp shit
(Aye, look huh, what, aye)
Where I'm at
Yeah that bitch be into cosplay
That's why she dress like a cat
She got black fuckin leggings
Like the way she throw it back
I broke her back like a kit kat
She lovin the way that I fuck that
(Yuh)
Aye, new goth bitch I cannot control
Shawty told me lay her down
I put her in a choke hold (Ah)
And I'm sorry I don't text hoes
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
Wake the fuck up, don't reminisce aye
Put like six cuts right on my wrist aye
Now they wanna be me
With my outfits lookin decked out
I'm just getting money you're getting mad
I'm getting checks though
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Writer(s): Owen Mowery
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