New Body (9.30.18 Demo) lyrics

[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Can't wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
Nobody count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body, woah

[Verse: Kanye West]
New ass, new tits, new b*tch, who this?
Who else you know this bad with two kids?
Nobody ever, ever gave you sh*t
Nobody flew to Colombia, like you did
Trying a new ass out with the new drip
Only they two ass, who first? Two hick
Fallin’, you sir, you is a new b*tch
There dumb, I’m done now, them n*ggas is too rich, sh*t
New Thursday, new virgin, porn star, new t, new purses, sh*t
Puff [?], Hail Mary, ooh, [?], dunna dunna a new version, uh
Old di*k don’t count, these titties don’t bounce
Yo friend need a ass, let me check the account
Yo [?] pass I can check in my account
Hundred them on 'em them running up to your mouth
Ooh, nah nah don't slow me down
I got [?] tell these b*tches want a crown
And they wanna take take you down
Cuz they wanna [?] down
Tell tell these tell these b*tches
Tell them ready ready b*tch
We ain't f*cking jelly b*tches f*cking smelly b*tches
Tell these tell these tell these b*tches
Tell these b*tches leave a [?] kelly ready b*tches
Ready tell these b*tches
And you eating at the Deli fat belly b*tches
Uh, probably gettin' pee'd on; R. Kelly, b*tches
Know they gonna hate if they see these litty pictures
Go get your feet done on these petty b*tches
Old di*k don’t count, these titties don’t bounce
These n*ggas say they here tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now, the summer they was down
But they better act like they know who they f*ckin’ now
This a new b*tch
Got a party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad b*tches take a group pic
Had to step back ‘cause she too thick
Done with them you can't cool with it
If you new bad b*tches yeah I cool it
You got your real friend but they do it
And wanna they ain't about to fool it
They ain't tryna hit it they ain't tryna go out
They wanna son it damn there no doubt
Tell them ex n*ggas you a new b*tch
Got a party table like the Ruth Chris
After, after party on the rude ship
Body language talkin', gotta prove sh*t
Bad b*tch real bad b*tch
Bad b*tch make a fat b*tch
f*ck a dad b*tch that b*tch
This that b*tch on that b*tch
Lemme get this a sad b*tch kiss that b*tch
On a fat ass in the back quick
Had to step back ‘cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every, every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very, very own
FaceTime, body looks like Dom Perignon
Don't pay me no attention, go and carry on
I guess every lover gon need some hater
This one to say Ye to appreciate you