Hating hoes, got no dough
Pockets fatter than her nose
Bitch, you know and I know
All yo friends gone hear this song
Hating hoes got no dough (Bitch, I'm pretty than a motherfucker)
Pockets fatter than her nose (Bitch, I'm richer than a motherfucker)
Bitch, you know and I know
All yo friends gone hear this song

You know they love when I get up on the beat, and then I kill bitches
Big around the body, but to me y'all still some lil bitches
I got some niggas up in New York, and yes they drill bitches
Aye, let me talk to yo mama since you still live with her
And since I came in the game, bitch I been making problems
Y'all bitches charging for features I wouldn't pay a dollar
The shit y'all bitches drop? I never listen to
Bitch, you like five years in ain't that pitiful?
Loaded up the nine, time to go and get her
Stand up in the mirror, huh, yeah I'm getting thicker
He say bae you bad, was you really born a nigga?
Yeah he got a wife, but my titties way bigger
Mother to you bitches, where the fuck my baby-sitter?
Coughing on you hoes, and my wrist stay chiller
That's just cause I'm cold, and my bars way sicker
Oh, they see me winning? #STAYBITTER

Hating hoes, got no dough
Pockets fatter than her nose
Bitch, you know and I know
All yo friends gone hear this song
Hating hoes got no dough (Bitch, I'm pretty than a motherfucker)
Pockets fatter than her nose (Bitch, I'm richer than a motherfucker)
Bitch, you know and I know (And I know)
All yo friends gone hear this song (NovaGalore)

When's the last time this bitch washed her ass?
Ion know
When's the last time this bitch seen her dad?
Ion know
In love with money, I don't like y'all hoes
You can't get up in this game hit the sidelines, ho
Tryna bite my flow, you gone fuck around and starve
Flexing with yo work truck, bitch, we know that ain't yo car
NovaGalore is the standard, she's the one that set the bar
Bitch, my music like a drug and I'm the lord, Pablo Escobar
What you gone do when I come thru?
You gone let a sixteen year old punk you?
Boss-Lady don't wanna have to terminate you
But that's just what's it got to come to
Already beat you up twice, I done did it again
Oh, shit, me and Dolly back in the stu again
No-NovaGalore is the face of the game
So all these rap hoes be sa-a-luting Ow!

Hating hoes got no dough
Pockets fatter than her nose
Bitch, you know and I know
All yo friends gone hear this song
Hating hoes got no dough (Bitch, I'm pretty than a motherfucker)
Pockets fatter than her nose (Bitch, I'm richer than a motherfucker)
Bitch, you know and I know
All yo friends gone hear this song

Ayo, Dolly?
Say, what?!
We got body
He said he wanna lick up on the pussy like a lollipop
Time to pack up, baby-girl ya times up
Me and Dolly in a pink truck, and all you bitches behind us
Two of two
That's what we do
Pretty Gang, bitch
We outta here
Mmhmm
Mommy's sick of you bitch
But I'm whooping ass
Bright and early
Oh, and you don't want me to call Auntie Girly
Yeah
The fuck
We gone

Purcosex & NovaGalore - HATING HOZ

Business Freestyle (2022 Scrap)

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m me
Shopping sprees

Boy this Princess 
Shit Not Cheap

Double C’s, Givenchy
Yes it really gets that deep

Hoe bitch please
Pink on Pink

Brr Brr!
I don’t swing 


Shut the fuck up little bitch 
Don’t you talk to me

These faggots cheaters
They always gone copy me

Bitches can’t body me
More like embody me

Get off your knees 
And stop sucking it sloppily 

I get that green
I Luigi you bitches 

Go against me
I’ll Luigi you bitches

This pussy clean so 
I’m squeaky on bitches

That pussy old 
So she creaky on bitches

She not a Doll 
Yea bitch I been told her

Big face bitch 
You need a Jade Roller

Hot and I’m cold 
Yea bitch I’m bipolar 

One wrong word
I’m knocking out molars


I mean it’s not nothing
I tell him eat it & now he a glutton 

Hit bout a band
That’s what i call percussion 

Fucking with me?
Gotta face repercussions 


Finally getting 1k in a week? 
Lil bitty shit, been did that in my sleep 

We know you botting hoe
All of us peep 

Never could flop & I’m never gone peak 


Not a rap beef
They don’t rap bout shit 

Been Pretty Gang
Bitches face ain’t shit 

That shit they rap about don’t exist 
If not for me then they wouldn’t exist 


Can’t fuck with a bitch nigger
Not a hit just a hit Twitter 

Put the stick to your lip, filler 
Tell them hoes It’s a big picture

Bitch I ball
I’m a big pitcher

Can’t stand me
Can’t sit with her

“No shade she got bars..”
Hoe I just let me out a big snicker


These bitches mad cause I’m cooking like Kya, These chickens clucking I pull out the frier, I know they birds but I promise I’m flyer, Hand me my pen, I’ll sign ya lil flyer 

It’s a big picture and It’s a high power, These bitches look like they ate something sour, These bitches throw backs like a bouquet, Old ass bitches ain’t gettin no flowers 

I’m rich off my parents and bitch that’s a flex, If you in the Mix, we talking them Chex, I’m not a Gyno, But bitch I’m a vet, So if I see a pussy, It will get checked 

Sheed put em on my plate, 
And watch me Enjoy these bitches

See these are the last hoes who dissed, And see I destroyed these bitches

Damn, This shit getting easy, These nappy head bitches still peasy, And see I’m still Big Fish, Greasy, And See I still do this shit Breezy 

I done bodied all these bitches with the simplest flow,
And they know I get it popping like a pimple ho, You so simple tho, You a simple ho, And I heard bout these niggas you a simp lil hoe, And I back hand these bitches like I’m Pimpin hoes, And that little ass chain like tin foil, don’t come if the Queen if I ain’t send for you, Try to go against me? That’s the end for you, nigga

Nice Shoe Game? I’m mean at that, When it comes to the Princess, I’m the Queen at that, Last bitch who dissed? I ain’t see the thot so, What’s next? Bitch

This shit getting funnier, Boss bitches we getting our money up, Ring finger look bunnier, Boss bitches we getting our money up

#PSNC

LYRICS!
(INTRO)

*YUNGZILLA ATTACKS THE CITY OVER MISSING BIG MAC*

BITCHES TALKIN SHIT
LIKE THEY CANT GET HIT
SO NOW YOUR PASSED AROUND

TRYNA FILL UP THAT BELLY
THAT BITCH GON POP
WISH YOU WOULD DROP A POUND

*CUTS THE BEAT*
(TALKIN MY SHIT)
*EVERYONE PANICKING*
*YUNGIN RIPS OFF MY ROOF AND EATS ME ALIVE*
-----------------------------------
(BEAT SWITCH)

WHAT YOU MAD 4?
(X4)

WAIT HOL UP
IM GUESSIN MY BITCH WAS IMPRESSIONABLE

MUNI GOT SLAPPED CAUSE THE DAWN HAD TO TAP HER

SHE MADE SURE HER FEET WASNT TOUCHIN DA FLOOR (FLO)

BITCHES BECOMIN REAL TARGETABLE
AND BITCHES BE UGLY, UNPARDONABLE

WENT FROM SLAPPIN A BITCH
NOW IM STABBIN A BITCH
CAUSE YUNGINS IMPONDERABLE!
-----------------------------------------------
YALL WANT THE SMOKE

DONT COME WIT NO VAPE HOE

BITCH ITS ALREADY TOO LATE HOE

IM CUTTIN THE HEAD OF THE SNAKES HOE

YOULL ONLY BE OVER THAT WEIGHT HOE
-----------------------------------------------
FUCK A F*G 4 BITCH

I GOTTA SLAP 4 BITCH
(FUCK A F*G 4 BITCH F-FUCK A F*G 4)

REDUCED THE BACK ONNA BITCH

I GOT A BAG FOR A BITCH
(FUCK A F*G 4 BITCH F-FUCK A F*G 4)
------------------------------------------
WHAT YOU MAD 4?
(X4)

(F-I-V-E): entire flow <3
FUCK THE F*G 4 
FUCK THE-FUCK THE F*G 4
F*GGOTS TALKIN ALL DAT SHIT
BUT YALL CANT FUCKIN PASS 4
WHY YOU CRYIN CAUSE YOU BEAT?
WHAT-WHATS THAT-WHATS THAT SASS FOR (FO)?
I GOT A BULLET FOR 4 NIGGAS
SO WHICH ONE GON PASS HOE
------------------------------------------
(F-I-V-E-S-T)
THEY STEADY TALKIN
BUT THEY TRYNA RIDE OUR WAVE YUH

WE IN THE FRONT 
SO GET THE FUCK UP OUT OUR WAY YUH

WE KILLIN BITCHES 
HAD EM DIGGIN UP THEY GRAVE YUH

5STARS ON TOP DONT GIVE A FUCK IF YALL GON HATE

DINING AT A
5STAR
RIDIN WIT MY
YEAAH YEAH
SLAPPIN WIT MY
5STARS
EATIN WIT MY
YEAAH YEAH

WHO DAT BE?
5STARS
THEY WANNA BE
5STARS
BUT THEY CANT RAP LIKE
5STARS
THEY SEE US GIVE US
5STARS
---------------------------------------------
FUCK THE F*G 4
FUCK THE LEFT 4 DEAD HOES
YALL TEAMED UP WIT A BIG BITCH
SO FUCK THAT-FUCK THAT FAT HOE
KILLED EM NOW THEY DEAD 4
WATCH YO BOOTY SPREAD HOE
F*GGOTS TALKIN ALL DAT SHIT
SO WHAT THE FUCK YOU MAD 4

What You Mad 4?

Lyrics:

Counting this money
Keep eye on the fetty

The pussy is sugar 
like betty spaghetti 

Look good on the gram
Looking better on getty

I pop on a little bitch
Like I’m confetti 

Running these bitches 
I’m keeping them sweaty 

I bare with these bitches
Like holding they teddy

They shoot when I point
just like Carly and Freddy

Even without the gang,
Strawberry ready


Pussy is edible 
Bitches forgettable 

Body is giving em
Mrs. Incredible

Bitches is copping 
a plea like they federal 

Got bitches shaking,
they jiggle like jello do

Talking is cheap
Come 50 deep

They know I’ll get in 
your ass like a fleet 

Ain’t talking seven days,
bitches is weak

Drilling em out since she 
thought shit was sweet


Let’s rock bitch! 
Pop shit!

I been on some Pop shit!

Lil bitch acting messy, watch how 
quick your ass get mopped bitch!

They pop shit, call cops quick!
Fly bitch bound to top shit!

Run up in your shit and start 
a mother fucking moshpit!

Moshpit, moshpit!
Start a fucking moshpit!

Run up in your shit and start a 
mother fucking moshpit!

Moshpit, moshpit!
Start a fucking moshpit!

Run up in your shit and start a 
mother fucking moshpit!


Knockout, knockout
Knockout, Uh huh

Knockout, knockout
Knockout, Uh huh

Knockout, knockout
Knockout, Uh huh

Knockout, knockout
Knockout, Uh huh


Rockout, rockout
Rockout, Uh huh

Rockout, rockout
Rockout, Uh huh

Rockout, rockout
Rockout, Uh huh

Rockout, rockout
Rockout, Uh huh


Rap bitches make room
My comeback your doom

Don’t give a fuck
I’m gone show my ass, I moon

Why would I give a duck
in this Mercedes Truck

Y’all hoes ain’t worth two dollar
Meanwhile y’all know I buck

Shut up lil bitch fore I 
snatch that chain

A hater ain’t saying bout 
a god damn thing

I don’t really wanna go 
touch no bases

“Hey batter batter,
Hey batter batter swing!”

Bitch ain’t pretty then
the bitch ain’t gang

You’ll never see me fucking 
on no mother fucking lame 

All these bitches do the 
same damn thing

Only bitches on the plane is 
bitches that give me brain

MOSHPIT/ROCKOUT

[VERSE]
bitches be hating and tryna be slick on the low,
but they be too afraid to admit it.
these bitches love to talk numbers
until i go, and i pull up them TikTok analytics.
the fuck? 
is you kidding?
these bitches pussy, 
they kitten.
spitting like identical image.
they see them numbers & wish they could do what i do,
but they can’t even do a percentage.

and that’s why they mad at ha.
every song be flopping, bitch,
and it’s mad data.
bitch, my body on Wonderland,
while yo face sitting on Mad Hatter.
we laugh at her (ha!)
bitch yo bars low like bad data.
w-w-when we see that bitch ugly face,
is the only time that we gag at her.

you know you can’t talk about rap,
you don’t wanna about stats.
i had you ducking my fade for a summer,
do you wanna talk about that?
you know you can’t talk about tracks, cause around you?
bitch, i’m rapping circles & laps.
kinda like the number on all of your views, (1, ONE)
bitch, i’m first and you’re last.

stunna who?
(stunna who)

stunna where?
(stunna where)

bitch im on that ass,
(ass),
underwear.

you on ya own,
you outta luck, bitch.
if its up,
then its stuck, bitch.
oh you repping that SB?
must be cause you 
SUCK, BITCH.

[INTERLUDE]
wack ass song

[RESUMES]
talking about a Montè feat,
you was just kissing on Montè feet,
for a Montè feat.
funny thing about it is,
you will never reach me or Montè feats.

the shit that you do,
isn’t difficult.
this rapping and shit?
isn’t meant for you.
perfect vision, still no competition.
bitches stuck in my peripheral.

i’m Walking on beats, like i’m Mary Mary,
yo mug is so sinister, very scary.
we need a singer for her funeral,
can somebody call up Terry, Terry.
bitches bars be on Mariah,
every track they getting carried, carried.
flip a bitch like a pancake,
i ain’t talking bout Derieri.

bitch gon end up missing,
like her mothafuckin’ bars.
lets see if she sinister,
when i send her to the stars,
(to the stars)

head shots aimed at sinister,
and any bitch that’s beside you.
SWING and you can get PARKED, bitch,
i ain’t talking bout Nyjal.

you would think i played for Green Bay,
way this bitch getting Packed up.
bitch i got SMOKE for sinister,
and any bitch that came to back her (tobacco)
fold a bitch like a PC,
and i ain’t talking bout a Mac, but,
shooter nicknamed Andi,
cause any bitch’ll get MACKED up.

THE LAST LAUGH

Lyrics: 

Shoe game go dumb though
Give a fuck about a bum hoe

Diamonds all on my face,
Studded out shoe, 
I don’t give a fuck hoe

Shit on you, for fun hoe
Run up on me, you a dumb hoe

Run up on me, you a done hoe
Finger fucking these funds though

Pretty face, I’m a bad ass bitch
Body bang, I’m a snatched ass bitch

Play with me and 
I’ma smack that bitch

If she got a chain then 
I’ma snatch that bitch

Blow her head off then 
I blow a kiss 

You know ain’t nobody
cold as this

It don’t matter who
you go and get 

Park dumb as fuck,
they might tow a bitch


Rockstar Lifestyle,
might not make it

When you this bad of a bitch,
You don’t fake it 

Should I Armadillo on my shoe
or should I Snake it?

Anything I do, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Anything I want, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Anything I do, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Come through and I take it
I want that, I take it

Anything I wanna do,
You know that I’ma take it


All the bad bitches 
that’s hood to the front

Pull up in that pink thing
with the hood in the front

Might just put a bump up
in the wood of the blunt

If your life was a movie then
you would gotta stunt

Yo, I want my chicken-cutlet
I want the rainbow mullet

I kill these hoes, it’s nothing
Yea bitch it’s really nothing

I don’t gotta say nothing
That’s really saying something

I told that nigga stop the fussing,
and just get to munching 


Rockstar Lifestyle,
might not make it

When you this bad of a bitch,
You don’t fake it 

Should I Armadillo on my shoe
or should I Snake it?

Anything I do, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Anything I want, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Anything I do, bitch you 
know they gonna take it

Come through and I take it
I want that, I take it

Anything I wanna do,
You know that I’ma take it

Rockstar Lifestyle,
might not make it

When you this bad of a bitch,
You don’t fake it 

Should I Armadillo on my shoe
or should I Snake it?

Anything I do, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Anything I want, bitch you 
know that I’ma take it

Anything I do, bitch you 
know they gonna take it

Come through and I take it
I want that, I take it

Anything I wanna do,
You know that I’ma take it

Bubble Gum

LYRICS💗

(CHORUS)

Seats pink leather, all we get is dat cheddar

Bitch stop allat cap yk ain nobody

and my closet so full like the bitch had to much dinner

Dolly put ts on yk ima fashion killa (2x)

(VERSE 1)

Facecard barbie visa, suck dat dick he moan like lisa

Got a hit if im ya feature, chanel swim suit in ibiza

The chanelly on my hip, gorgeous face got niggas whipped

Call my rhymes hiv, cause my bars be so sick

Like ou ou ou, everything i do these bitches do it too too too

Got the lamb in red, but my diamonds blue blue blue

I would stomp you out, but this Giuseppe boo boo boo

expensive shoe shoe shoe 

Seats always pink like my pussy nigga

& ion got no time for a pussy nigga

im in da coup w some baddies

Ass on rick ross yea a bitch got a fatty

Absorb money like a spong bitch im krabbing my patty

Yea i need a real nigga all you niggas is sassy bitch

(CHORUS)

Seats pink leather, all we get is dat cheddar

Bitch stop allat cap yk ain nobody

and my closet so full like the bitch had to much dinner

Dolly put ts on yk ima fashion killa (2x)

(VERSE :2)

Dolly put that shit on

Hoes cant leave me alone

& if a fall off the top youll never get on my throne

Im up in paris getting richie like nicole

I keep a hoe like santa ou these bitches getting coal

I been rich, i been paid i been a bad bitch

Hoe you been pressed, you been chopped you been a mad bitch

Ian riding a horse but a dolly been a savage

Cc everythang bitch we been living lavish

Pink outside da coupe match da pink interior 

Bitches know ms couth a dime bitch i am superior

Always pressin bitches buttons i can see the fear in ha

Thou shall write they own raps follow my criteria 

(OUTRO)

Seats pink leather seats pink leather

& if i ask my goons, they gone go get her

Im a bad bitch no matter the weather

Custom lambo seats embroidered pink leather

Pink leather💘

PINK LEATHER

WYA? (feat. MONTÉ)

🍽️ MODUL8 – Ripping & Eating 🍽️

Corpse Sonata I ≠ Track 10

I don’t just rip you apart, I consume what remains,  
beats in my stomach, blood floods the chains.  
Snares snap bones, hi-hats slice skin,  
bassline convulses — digestion begins.  
The booth is a banquet, the mic is a jaw,  
every damn rhyme is a rip and a gnaw.  

🔗 Corpse Sonata [Vol. I]

This is not just an album. This is curbstep; a haunted collision of Phonk’s grit, Trap’s precision, Dubstep’s weight, Glitch’s fracture, and Harlem Curb’s raw swing. MODUL8 dissects the beat, buries it, and resurrects it as something darker: snares that rattle like bone, hi-hats that whisper like smoke, basslines that quake like gravestones splitting open.  

I kill and confess, but the echoes repeat,  
corpses of cadence lie dead at my feet.  
Haunted, deranged, the refrain won’t quit,  
the sonata’s eternal — you can’t escape it.  

https://soundcloud.com/modul8-702279756/sets/modul8-corpse-sonata-vol-i

Ripping & Eating [Corpse Sonata I ≠ Track 10]

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