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new attire - theevibe lyrics

[intro]
i got on that new attire, i got on that new attire
eatin’ me is his desire

[chorus]
yo, i ride up in that new attire, b*tches coochie burn on fire
i gotta puff up on a b*tch with that pressure, i’m the supplier
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby, lil’ pacifier
i got him stalkin’ me, goin’ so crazy, i’m his desire

[chorus]
i ride up in that new attire, b*tches coochie burn on fire (ugh)
i gotta puff up on a b*tch with that pressure, i’m the supplier (ugh)
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby, lil’ pacifier (ugh)
i got him stalkin’ me, goin’ so crazy, i’m his desire (ugh)

[verse 1]
he wanna trade but i ain’t easy, i’m finna run gamе on you, n*gga (ugh)
he pulled up in a maserati with thе racks, and my ass got bigger (ugh)
hair blowin’ in the wind, shades on and i’m drinkin’ that liquor (ugh)
we contemplatin’ the position, missionary what i consider (ugh, ugh, ugh)
he got my legs up on a headboard, pack hoes, i’m the land lord (yeah)
you in the dm’s with no money, boy, don’t try to get what you can’t afford (ugh)
a kuntboy and that’s two time, tryna rap but you can’t rhyme (yeah)
steady hangin’ with the boss lady and we bad b*tches, that’s full*time (yeah)
net worth on a scale and i bet you i’m the bigger person (ugh)
i gotta sn*tched body waist and you clearly bigger up in person (uh*huh)
he steady beatin’ up the p*ssy, the way it’s purrin’, bet it’s persian (ugh)
booty sittin’ real pretty and like megan don’t need a surgeon (ugh)
[chorus]
i ride up in that new attire, b*tches coochie burn on fire (ugh)
i gotta puff up on a b*tch with that pressure, i’m the supplier (yeah)
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby, lil’ pacifier (ugh)
i got him stalkin’ me, goin’ so crazy, i’m his desire (ugh)

[chorus]
i ride up in that new attire, b*tches coochie burn on fire (ugh)
i gotta puff up on a b*tch with that pressure, i’m the supplier (uh*huh)
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby, lil’ pacifier
i got him stalkin’ me, goin’ so crazy, i’m his desire (yeah)

[verse 2]
scrollin’ on my ‘gram, sayin’, “d*mn,” spam likin’ my pictures (ugh)
all up in my guts, goin’ nuts, stirrin’ me like a mixture (uh*huh)
gon’ be at these shows and these hoes recitin’ like a scripture (yeah)
when we talk they say, “ma’am,” yeah, they know to give my respect
i gave these b*tches all they style and now it’s time to collect
they think a b*tch ain’t really bold but what i said is correct
and if i beat that b*tch ass then what you really expect (yeah)
and when we f*ck he goin’ deep so that we really connect (ugh)

[chorus]
i ride up in that new attire, b*tches coochie burn on fire
i gotta puff up on a b*tch with that pressure, i’m the supplier (ugh)
he said i suck up on it like it’s a baby, lil’ pacifier
i got him stalkin’ me, goin’ so crazy, i’m his desire (ugh)

- theevibe lyrics

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