Kanye West — New Body 9.30.18 Demo

[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 bitch, who this? Who else you know this bad with two kids? Nobody ever, ever gave you shit 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 bitch There dumb, I’m done now, them niggas is too rich, shit New Thursday, new virgin, porn star, new t, new purses, shit Puff [?], Hail Mary, ooh, [?], dunna dunna a new version, uh Old dick 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 bitches want a crown And they wanna take take you down Cuz they wanna [?] down Tell tell these tell these bitches Tell them ready ready bitch We ain't fucking jelly bitches fucking smelly bitches Tell these tell these tell these bitches Tell these bitches leave a [?] kelly ready bitches Ready tell these bitches And you eating at the Deli fat belly bitches Uh, probably gettin' pee'd on; R. Kelly, bitches Know they gonna hate if they see these litty pictures Go get your feet done on these petty bitches Old dick don’t count, these titties don’t bounce These niggas 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 fuckin’ now This a new bitch Got a party table at the Ruth Chris All bad bitches 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 bitches 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 niggas you a new bitch Got a party table like the Ruth Chris After, after party on the rude ship Body language talkin', gotta prove shit Bad bitch real bad bitch Bad bitch make a fat bitch Fuck a dad bitch that bitch This that bitch on that bitch Lemme get this a sad bitch kiss that bitch 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