New Rules
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
(not again)
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
You see me in public, We know if you know
I don't believe it (yuh)
I don't believe it (yuh)
I don't believe it (yuh)
Came from the bottom, You know I am leaving ya
I fell in love with a demon, Got that bitch screaming
Talking in tongues, She just want the semen
Better believe it, I just be dreaming
I don't give up
They say I'm working too much, But I'll never give up
They say I'm wildin and y'all better run
Kick it like Messi, but this ain't for fun
Goin for goal, Bitch you know I'm the one
She gonna shake it
Like she tryna break it
She gone have to fake it
(Yuh)
Bend it like Beckham, she folding like ones
Handing out bread, And she licking up crumbs
I don't be worried about nun of the funds
(Yeah)
She know I'm the one
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
She want sip slow
Slide
We gone hit all night
We gone hit all night
Cause she clean up nice, We gone get on a flight
Only hit two times, Cause she just another side
Only hit it, cause I'm nice
Lifestyle, restraining
Hop out, we drankin
Top floor, we hanging
(Yuh)
Leaving through the backdoor, just another night
Photoshoot and another session at nine
Driving too fast, man I just ran the light
Gotta sleep there, but I ain't sleepin tight
Call that sweet dreams when it come nightmares
When you're making big moves, and it lead to big things
Everybody wanna come around, wonder what's theirs
Yeah
Don't need a feature, don't share
Yeah
Got your bitch braiding my hair
Yeah
Pull up to the function life flair
Yeah
When they see me they stare
I gotta eat, I gotta sleep
I got this thing inside of me
They gone try to take from me
Money and diamonds
This shit ain't free
(We gone fuck shit up, we gone fuck shit up)
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
You see me in public, We know if you know
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
You see me in public, We know if you know
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
(not again)
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
You see me in public, We know if you know
I don't believe it (yuh)
I don't believe it (yuh)
I don't believe it (yuh)
Came from the bottom, You know I am leaving ya
I fell in love with a demon, Got that bitch screaming
Talking in tongues, She just want the semen
Better believe it, I just be dreaming
I don't give up
They say I'm working too much, But I'll never give up
They say I'm wildin and y'all better run
Kick it like Messi, but this ain't for fun
Goin for goal, Bitch you know I'm the one
She gonna shake it
Like she tryna break it
She gone have to fake it
(Yuh)
Bend it like Beckham, she folding like ones
Handing out bread, And she licking up crumbs
I don't be worried about nun of the funds
(Yeah)
She know I'm the one
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
She want sip slow
Slide
We gone hit all night
We gone hit all night
Cause she clean up nice, We gone get on a flight
Only hit two times, Cause she just another side
Only hit it, cause I'm nice
Lifestyle, restraining
Hop out, we drankin
Top floor, we hanging
(Yuh)
Leaving through the backdoor, just another night
Photoshoot and another session at nine
Driving too fast, man I just ran the light
Gotta sleep there, but I ain't sleepin tight
Call that sweet dreams when it come nightmares
When you're making big moves, and it lead to big things
Everybody wanna come around, wonder what's theirs
Yeah
Don't need a feature, don't share
Yeah
Got your bitch braiding my hair
Yeah
Pull up to the function life flair
Yeah
When they see me they stare
I gotta eat, I gotta sleep
I got this thing inside of me
They gone try to take from me
Money and diamonds
This shit ain't free
(We gone fuck shit up, we gone fuck shit up)
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
You see me in public, We know if you know
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
You see me in public, We know if you know
Fuck on a bitch like she right outta Vogue
Hit from the back, and she striking a pose
Two magazines, don't get caught in the cold
Credits
Writer(s): Magnum Bronco, Edwin Ruiz
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