Sonja, Sonya, Sonia

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Brand New Lyrics

[Chorus]

Fuck you, bitch, my weave brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my shoes brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my fit brand new

And you know I throw a couple of bands, too

Fuck you, bitch, my crib brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my whip brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my hair's brand new

Snatch your wig and your fucking man, too

[Verse 1]

You know I keep my nails on fleek

My lashes turn them on when I blink

Eyebrows shaped up, real clean

And you know my shoe game real mean

She say, "Can I get a pic with the camera?

'Cause damn, girl, you look so familiar

Don't mean to drill you, but you one in a million

And the way you dressed, baby, you just hit the kill switch"

I got these bitches mad, they upset

Tell they ass to get glad like a trash bag

[?] just to stay pretty on their trash ass

Somebody, please escort these bitches to the trash can

He looked me up and down and asked me what my name is

Don't act like you don't know, bitch, I can make you famous

You knew exactly who I was when I came in

And I taste good, I'm an edible arrangement[Chorus]

Fuck you, bitch, my weave brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my shoes brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my fit brand new

And you know I throw a couple of bands, too

Fuck you, bitch, my crib brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my whip brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my hair's brand new

Snatch your wig and your fucking man, too

[Verse 2]

I think she mad 'cause my hair is real long

She's like an Android, I'm like an iPhone

She's like copper, I'm more rose gold

[?], you should go home

Then try again 'cause something went wrong

Girl, you don't fit in, this is not where you belong

I keep it cool, but I don't be super friendly

'Cause females act like your friend, but they envy

I call them frenemy, a friend and an enemy

The bitches ain't no kin to me, I'm focused on this winning streak

I'm not thinking 'bout no rumors or no jealousy

Can't give a damn what they say 'cause they ain't telling me

To sum it up, I'ma always fuck it up

I'm on the winning team, you better get your buckets up

And you the runner up, but you ain't running nothing

Don't get it confused, bitch, I'm not that brand new bitch[Chorus]

Fuck you, bitch, my weave brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my shoes brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my fit brand new

And you know I throw a couple of bands, too

Fuck you, bitch, my crib brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my whip brand new

Fuck you, bitch, my hair is brand new

Snatch your wig and your fucking man, too