Lyrics:

if im bussin' down
yo blocky then you
better have a glocky

pretty face with all
this body, i can’t help 
but be so cocky

everybody, that mean 
niggas and bitches,
they call me mommy

and don’t say bitches 
can’t top me, that’s just you
stating the obvi (2x)


im the truth, i ain’t lying 
if i sell it, then they buying 

if i drop this little bag, 
make sure everybody dying 

just like purple it get viole(n)t 
bitches plotting & they spying 

i ain’t playing when 
i say that all this ice 
could start a riot


im the rap hilary, 
bitch you the duff

im finna cop me 
some cartier cuffs

they think im arrogant 
cause they not hearing it, 

but bitch i literally 
mean im stuck up 

black leather boot coming
out the black truck

i get my cheese then 
them deuces i chuck 

yea bitch, that was a set up 

wish a bitch would 
like a muh' fucking chuck


ayo,

lyrically, mentally, physically 

everytime i look
around, i see many me’s 

we are not enemies, 
not with no mini me’s

i leave the bull on read, 
don’t give em energy

i see through bitches,
so they never clearing me

they so inferior,
they dont put fear in me

overall mother,
bitch im the epitome

literally, wanna be like
me, but we are not similies


did you catch the metaphor?

if it’s not me, then 
what they rapping for?

aventador and it’s 
not no four door

mink on the floors, he 
got a bitch on all fours

they are not natural,
they gotta force

i hear my tone up
in your chorus

what can i say?
except for of course

i mean, barbie is 
the moodboard

and everytime i shoot
i’m gone score

i can’t name a beat 
i ain’t tore 

way my supporters 
know all my lyrics 

maybe i should go
on tour 

these bitches don’t 
know the half

these bitches don’t 
know the lore

they wondering why 
i’m winning

i told 'em go ask
the lord


if im bussin' down
yo blocky then you
better have a glocky

pretty face with all
this body, i can’t help 
but be so cocky

everybody, that mean 
niggas and bitches,
they call me mommy

and don’t say bitches 
can’t top me, that’s just you
stating the obvi (2x)

BLOCKY

Lyrics:

All of these bitches make 
me sick to my tummy

You tryna end me,
I’m counting money

Retarded, Wheelchair bound, 
I’ma go dummy

Bitch your career is a wrap,
like a mummy

Like bitch im your mommy

He calling me mommy

I’m wearing the crown,
you aint taking it from me

Like bow bow bow bow
We keeping the tommy

I’m wearing that 
Cherry Blossom Murakami  


Pull up in some shit you 
never really seen on a hoe

Put my wrist out and watch
how the ice bling on a hoe


Tryna rap like me, 
sing on a hoe

Name ring bells ding 
ding on a hoe

You know the Barbie never
been scared to swing 
swing on a hoe, oh


Nice to meet you,
I’m Ms. Get My Way Bae

Pull up in that Purosangue
up in Loewe

Now Barbie why the fuck 
you say what bitches can’t say?

And why when they bring 
up your name, bitches can’t take


3, 2, 1 nigga lift off

Every time I turn a round
a bitch pissed off

I would hate to come and 
get a bitch get clipped off

So when I come around
better have them lips off


I’m in my zone (6),
shoutout atlanta 

Bitch my closet
Hannah Montana  

No they can’t sit her 
and no they can’t stand her

You been a fan uh,
and you been a stan uh


They accolades, 
I put a triple on that

All them bitches big broke, 
put a cripple on that 

And my diamonds rainbow
like a skittle on that

And I’m hard to figure out
like a riddle on that

DA-DA-DA ll

M16 FT JADE

Lyrics: 

when they sleep they think about me i’m a dream killer 
no competition wit these bitches dey ain’t seen iller 
always standin on business guess that’s why dey seat fillers 
they could never outdo me guess that’s why they be bitter 

anyways you see i’m steppin in sum fly shit 
think they losing they mind they be on high shit 
he never pickin n choosin cause im a top pick 
and bitch im the topic since i came in always been the topic 
 
im never trippin bout a nigga got a boat load 
me vs bitches an notice how they ain’t got no votes 
and when you bitches gon switch it and get cha own flow 
and she know she flopping that’s why bitches scared to post a solo 


new new new money monica
light em up like it’s hanukkah 
chockin on too much dick bitches blowin me like harmonicas 
overall so they honor ha 
what i do bitches monitor 
i’m all about financials im addin up like a auditor 


been bad since nokias and blackberries 
i think my clip got a dick all these rounds that this mac carry 
look em in the eyes when we switchin it up to missionary 
army full of hating bitches i’m revolutionary 

head game make a nigga wanna ice my throat 
s/o to botting glad i never had to price my growth 
and whatchu mean which one i want bitch i want both 
these bitches could never beat me they ain’t ever comin close 

i mean 
they not on i mean 
what im on i mean 
its to easy to carry on these bitches songs i mean 
am i wrong i mean 
get em gone i mean 
i body bitches and i do it on my own i mean 

uh bitch im really the one 
and like i said lebron 
you & bitches really my son 
and who can really rap like this you can’t compare to none 
i keep sum niggas that stay hungry got em ready to hunt 

and idgaf who they think they is wit these titles on 
bad asf in real life tell these bitches check the file ho  
bitches cannot rap on these beats that they see me ridin on 
tell er hit the booth but she ain’t even on that timin tho 

man shall i even keep going 
from the bars to the flow you bitches really be borin 
bitch married to the money we ain’t never divorcin 
and i don’t have to try so hard so this is really a warnin 

bitch i’m highest on the pedestal 
flow is so incredible 
pussy too sweet i got em high like off a edible 
they music so unbearable 
bitch i’m so uncomparable 
you bitches can’t rap always bragging bout numericals 

tyra tyra tyra tyra 
im tyra 
so tyra 
really tyra 
bitch i’m tyra

TYRA’S DIARY

Dr@Ma [TRAILER]

Lyrics 💕

bitch i been spitting bars since 10 like a juvinille so ion need bitches telling me to calm it down  

bitch i post a pic to make em sick excuse me miss

didnt i tell you that your music dont impress me bitch?


bitch ya weave is wack the fuck is that  oh she the barbie ha ha seen her face and told them take it back like slaves i black my shit like crack


i get a fat bitch gone like ozempic tell clap back 

im on hills wit the BQ chilling by the pool keep a ruler in my hand for the bitches i den schooled 

its too many bitches tryna go against the dolly 
got the bitch pissed cause im shitting on ha like a potty i got

way more flows and way more cash

you got no finance bitch yo shit wragged 


time to let it rest honey you got 2 eye bags 

like J dahmer or diseases bitch im killing these  fags 

bitch you the matt to my door  how  im stepping on ya neck hoe 

ya fell off steady tryna diss the next hoe 

got red on the bottom but i hope these bitches  prepped tho 

cause all these bitches getting sliced, strep throat

i got known off my sound baddest in my town niggas on my body left and right but for daddy but im turn em down 

dressed in all black like im batman pussy real fat tell the world that the dolly got that thunda kat 

bitch i go’s innn like im motherfucking charging you bitches 

17 and popping shit that really why i bother you bitches?

the way im knotting you bitches go and get the tree oil

bitches aint in my bracket so let the tea boil

but dont get twisted like a cockeyed bitch 

the way im blacking on you hoes like a popeye bitch 

where my chicken and my gravy and white rice 

its a massacred scene when i fly by bitch

DreamHouse

New Money - 3AM IN ATL (Remix)

Prod. DB!

Lyrics:

[Chorus - The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 2 - The Girly]

I came in, 16, spittin’ ill to you
I’m 18, still ill, never healed for you
I let ‘em hang, that’s Emmett Till (A Mattel) for you
Not Armstrong, why the fuck would I kneel (Neil) for you?
I’m back to slaughterin’ bitches that ain’t on my pivot
My finger a glacier, my Telfar on denim
I’m covered in carnage, & bitch, I spit venom
Can these bitches do what I do? I’m like “No way!”
Fresher than that Colgate
If you think you Princess, little bitch, you sniffing Snow White, oh, wait!
Oh, wait, hold the fuck up
Bitches got life fucked up
Bitches always fumblin’ the ball, pick your nuts up
They call me “Ruth”, and bitch, I’ll handle her
These bitches is amateurs 
Itchin’ for response, so this song what I granted her
Man, these bitches ain’t talkin’ to me
Fuckin’ on you, then he fuckin’ a beast
Fuckin’ with me, then he fuck with a G
Only a beast when i’m rippin’ these beats
Most decorated bitch
Rock every wig that I rap & been in every whip (Facts)
So tell these hoes to bow it down

[Verse 3 - The Girly]

Ayo

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Slaughter these bitches, then i’ma skin ‘em like where nudes be

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

Did it for press and bitch, now your face where the news be

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Bitch, you want the speed? 
I’ll crash shit, Mr. Mosbey

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

All this ICE I got on me, got Latinas in a frenzy

[Verse 4 - Lee Veneta]

(SILLY WHORE)

watch her face drop (drop)
when this shit drop (drop)

couldnt do the rap shit, i took over the rap shit
now bitches tryna do pop (what?)

bitch couldnt chew, couldn't even nom onnit
bitch couldnt rap, couldn't keep Anam onnit

waist so skinny let me do a line on it
how tf you get a beat and couldn't ride onnit

gotta watch these bitches, bitches fake they so fictitious
bitches rapping bout materials, now girl lets be realistic 

lying in yo raps that shit pitiful 

why so serious? so literal 

piss a bitch off like a urinal

nail this shit down like a cuticle 

all these stones on my neck (brr) 
chinchilla on new (fur)
marry to the money bitch
yea i gotta new sur (sir)

sick bitch mind twisted, you only spit hard when its dick bitch

bitches wanted me to pop, so i pop off like pants on a big bitch

yo girly girly should i carry carry?
shitting on these hoes like im bad with dairy 

everything white ms carrie carrie
i keep fire work, put it in reverse terry

bitch yo shit on dr seuss, bitch you better than um, WHO?!

bitch yo shit falling down, gravity, now let me call up soos

( got a new body bag, all you bitches going sad. all these bitches supa mad while i’m out here popping all these tags....HAHAA OOP)

[Chorus - The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 5 - Pretty Gang]

Yo, Pretty Gang, why these bitches be so undercover?

(Purcosex)
I would hate too, bitch, i’m pretty than a motherfucker

(The Girly)
Yo, like why the fuck they gotta envy? 
Y’all gotta be some dumb hoes..

(Nova Galore)
 To ever think that y’all could end me

[Verse 6 - The Girly & Lee Veneta]

Cannot get one up on me, all these hoes look up to me
Soundcloud, who the fuck be Mother? 
Bitch, they screaming “G”

YEA!
What I done, they couldn’t do that
New flash, you bitches ain’t on that 
If I was you, bitch, I would’ve fall back
But I got you looking stupid, with your dumb ass

They cosplaying as white bitches, i’ma kill, I don’t fight bitches
They keep makin’ all these fuckin’ misses, but not wifed bitches
He said “Bum, Bum, Bum” I got funds, funds, funds
Put ‘em on yo fuckin’ head & get you gone, gone, gone
I’m the one

Umbrellas (feat. Lee Veneta)

Umbrellas (feat. Malibu Way)

1st Girly, Princess, & More! 💒💞💕💖🎀
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Barbie (Mattel)

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