hot at the too! she ain’t talkn no stooooove🤪♨️

let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


corny ass bitch,
with your corny
ass flows

with your corny 
dhgate, with your
corny ass clothes

i wanna hop
up out the rolls 

with my pockets
full of rolls

these bitches 
know how this 
shit bout to go


i win the gold,
gabby tease 

winning streak,
know these rap 
bitches mad at these 

dropped moodboard
bitches ain’t said a thing 

bitch talking bout designer, 
never had a piece


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


they know i shut
this shit down

you ain’t the one,
your career on countdown

break any rapper bitch
down like a pound 

i brought the barbie
shit to soundcloud

that means you hoes
just got to bow down

bitch go clean my 
mother fucking crown

everybody want 
mattel sound

bunch of lost hoes
what i found


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


Pull up in something that’ll piss of PETA
Don’t give a fuck unless it’s about the
Velveeta
Need a lil money? That’s too bad
Nanana boo boo, wouldn’t wanna be ya’

What i got on now, gotta roll your tongue when you say it,
You don’t wanna talk money, You a bum and you save up,
And my name? man you gotta be dumb if you say it
Cause I attach the MAC and the drum when i spray it

Popping these percs like an addict, We don’t wear remy or plastic
Bitches is tragic
It was “Ah-ha! Ah-ha!” but now bitches ain’t doing that laughing

Pockets digornio, lotta cheese, lotta dough boy
Leave this shit to a pro boy,
Cause all that popping up all unexpected, get you killed baby—pro choice 

I’m such an actress, my life is a movie
Who gon’ tell brian to stay out the stewie?
These bitches wanna B. me like they Junie
Frosted Flakes and the pebbles on my wrist stay fruity

It’s a stick up, stick up
(These bitches whack and they bummy)
It’s a stick up, stick up
(I’m getting racks, getting money)


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


still living like
london tipton 

pulled up in that pink coupe 
with the ceiling missing

call peta, cause 
i’m bout to beat
brian griffin

ima kill ‘em like
i’m freddy on 
the count like benson

looks, body, money, talent 
they gone know the difference

how the fuck you so vicious
with them girly disses?

know these bitches
want a jeanie, how they
keep on wishing

that they gone surpass me,
hoe you gotta be kidding 


like ki on that, 
bitch ki on that

only good for 
some beats bitch
ki on that 

first life suck so 
second life you be on that 

but fuck it, i aint
even gone get into that


my flows a biscuit,
short of a picnic 

aint talking pancakes,
get to the bis-quick

i skate like ripstick’s

your songs get crickets 

bitch i go stupid,
like im autistic 

materialistic,
i’m narcissistic

so futuristic,
they not on this shit

& win is a must 
like under arm pits 

i’m barbie, where’s midge?
cause you not a smidge bitch


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down

Barbie & Malibu - SHUT DOWN

PROD . KEON

#gayrap #taemari #nickiminaj

TAE MARI - KARMA.m4a

Malibu Mothered/Karma (Again)

Lyrics:

dead bitches in the back, 
got em packed in
eat whoever in my way 
like im pacman

bitch im first & 
you other bitches last &..
get out my way 
mother fucker it’s the casting

oh bitches acting?
like they dont know me
bitch its a presentation,
let me show me

look how they clone me
they was just on me
bitch you look stupid 
standing for your homie

rollie, bitch look at this rollie
bitch you look like rollie
bitch yo body rollie, pollie

slowly, killing bitches slowly
everybody owe me
eveybody know this, know me

fuck ten toes
business what i stand on
any bitch ass nigga
ill put my hands on

look at these big stones
im getting little gems
bitch it’s SHOWTIME
shout out to my baby slim


Ayo!?
Corey X, why they tryna 
be on Ken shit?
just like the VMas 
Sons in attendance

you a pop tart 
heated on the bench bitch
how you so fem and lace 
your only Inches?

Halloween i’m scared bitch 
your mug was the mask
you look old enough 
to be my fucking dad

i can’t argue with you bitches
when i know y’all life is sad
when you moving out the hood 
to the hood and can’t find your dad

Ima big flex
where the money at?
where the big Checks
Big Jets Stunnin on that ass 
Fuck a Big Lex

Bitches nigga pulled up 
in a PT cruiser
Talkin bout some money 
when you fuckin with a loser

peeped your shade for a minute now.
goal is a 100k to a mil to a Bill
know they tea guess 
i’m Millie now (Mob Radio)

Maybe if you had a hit 
i would flinch for my fuckin Crown.

…

Your Pockets Lipo.. that mean 
it’s time to step your fucking weight up

Stop tryna Jack my Crown, 
without a Castle Time to Wake up.

keep on Dreaming by the Daylight 
the hatch won’t help you to wake up 

My Kens gone Leave you Caked up,
He Brought the mac it ain’t makeup

Time to Catch up
i threw it she gone CatchUp

She sending shots without a caliber
bitch you just Extra.

Thinking that you ken to me
when really you a Extra

Weezy, Ryan, Ken
these bitches is fucking extras.


back in this bitch 
i been making this money
hearing they disses 
is really just funny

every beat i just be 
bouncing like bunny
these bitches be shady 
cause they is my sonny

they not getting money
they really just funny
he nutting to me cause 
im tasting like honey 

im playing these bitches
just like it was Sony
now im at the top 
& these bitches just owe me 

he know that im freaky
get it down & geeky
i been blacking on these beats 
just had me my dashiki
now they wanna meet me
but i don’t do greetings
niggas is my sons 
but i just hate to do the beating

KEN-O-WEEN

Lyrics:

jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)


alla that gossiping, 
cock sucking, wrist 
on neapolitan 

so pretty, i belong 
in cosmopolitan

ain’t no debate bitch 
i do not do politics 

beefing with me gone 
result in some hollow tips 


fuck hoes thought? 
that i was gone let up 

bitch you corn dog, 
don’t think you gone 
catch up 

my life’s a movie, 
directed by greta 

pig in a wig, why the
fuck would y’all pep her?


rule number one, never 
ever trust a broke hoe 

actress, tony 
baller, romo 

barbie only fuck with 
bad hoes, no homo

they know im a inspo, 
i don’t need promo 

pretty irl, i don’t 
got a bad photo 

thinking that she better
then she coo coo, cocoa

if she wanna kill herself,
i let a bitch, momo 

i ain’t letting none 
of these faggots 
breathe no more 


..gogo, yea you 
get booted 

these hoes sound 
better to me when 
they muted 

these bitches stupid
& broke, why they rapping 
designers when they can’t
afford or compute it?

pretty gang president, 
all of the baddies saluting 

a problem but, 
she the solution 

teaching these hoes, 
she can’t even be 
my substitution 

stop feeding into 
her delusion, illusion 


you know im 
mother to many 

name like any, bitch who 
ain’t pinch on my penny 

im the omega 
like kenny

like cassie im pretty,
but i do not fuck 
with diddy 

you been a fan 
like a ceili', no for 
real really 

bitch i am not 
signing titties 

all of these stones, 
like how i could i be pissy? 

you get it? bitch kidney 

these bitches my kiddy!


i got braum’s, turkey hill, 
bryers, baskin robins, talenti 

they telling T.A.L.E ‘s
they don’t the N & T 

all that coming out
your mouth, make you 
get some missing teeth 

& my money B.I.G, i can 
build a christmas tree, see? 


you don’t want smoke, 
this is a dab pen 

went against me, 
well look what
happened

i don’t gotta click up 
with no opp hoes

i don’t gotta write 
shit on the backend

if i ever wanna 
leave the rap game

let’s see how long 
these bitches lasting 

oh wait, bitches cant, 
cause they depending 
on me

so watch how all 
them hoes quit rap then


bitch im everything 
y’all aren’t

pulling cards, 
hallmark

rap better, look better, 
live better, walmart 

made em cop the blue box, 
i ain’t talking pop tart  

wonder where i be,
bitch im sitting at
the top part 


& i stay bitches 
heads like a top knot

i been hot since 
ice cream & hopscotch

they only play your
songs at the chop shop

i told that nigga eat
the pussy like it’s hot pot


vanilla bean, mint chip, 
chocolate, strawberry 

blue bell, blue bunny, 
häagen-dazs, ben & jerry 

i don’t think bitches 
get what time it is, military 

i’m killing careers hoe, 
obituary, cemetery 

washing bitches, 
sanitary 

bitches know 
im legendary 

say my name three 
times, that’s a barbie 
bloody mary

maybe i should go 
carry (carrie) 

heavn with the 
burberry

pull up in the
butternut & the guts 
on cherry


wrist on road-rocky,
that’s just swarovski

cartier, tiffany, 
van cleef, bvlgari

i can’t be around 
too many gays,
y’all clocky

would diss you 
back, but you
don’t go the moxie


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but i don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup) 


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)

ICE CREAM

Girly’s lyrics below 🎀 
Prod by Keonamiri

walk in, pink bag,
black bust down

was just ducking all them 
shots, but you tough now?

wanted to step to big 
dogs, don’t run (runt) now

ain’t never worried, get you 
touched when i touchdown

and bitch, he don’t even want 
you even with your clothes off

we sitting in the VIP, 
entrance closed off

play with your bitch, not 
me, word to young dolph

sick, with no cough, 
bitch i’m hot sauce!

and bitch, my nigga keep 
the stick like it’s drum way

smart lil bitch, but my 
pen go the dumb way

on the track, then i
lead that, — harriet

prissy bitch, if you broke, 
won’t throw ass, but i carry it

yo!

i’m a rap bitch varient, 
pretty ass face, get a lot
of green too, vegetarian

i ain’t done, these hoes 
ain’t had enough yet!

my nigga shoot missels, ain’t 
never gotta ask “did you bust yet?”

ain’t no back and forth
over the net, not tennis

spent about 3K for this tennis
nigga dick fat and sloppy..

like kapri playing tennis, the final 
game; tell them hoes “hit the benches”

ENUFF 2 (feat. The Girly)

Lyrics:

on that shit they 
ain’t never on

bitches salty,
sodium, barbitone

why they keep 
on saying that you 
want the barbie tone?

why you only wanna
move when the 
barbie gone?

it’s going down
—syndrome, where 
the chromosomes?

entendres, word play,
homophones

i ain’t fucking with
you gays i’m a 
homophobe 

cause y’all still 
washed up like
a load of clothes


i don’t play with
these hoes, i don’t
see a DS

come through & i’m
dropping GCDS

all that BS, bitch 
sound a mess

bitches my kids, 
recess, PBS 

think they fly,
but they ain’t 
leave the nest 

they buy my shit 
cause they know
i’m the best

they pay you less,
fly like southwest

don’t get no press
so i see why they
pressed


i don’t mean to
brag when i pull
up in that jag

when im walking 
up in saks, tell them 
put it in the bag

you don’t got it
in the bag, bitch
you all up in the back

when they hell y’all
gone tell her she wack
& that’s facts


& of course mad 
hoes gone link up

but we done did
everything they can 
think of

that’s why hoes 
always up in my 
pink cup

that’s why barbie
still balling like
meat sub


i’m still classic,
i’m still classy

pretty like cassie,
bitch i been a baddie

standing on business,
i’m so business savvy

something like coleslaw
my flow is so nasty 

run through your shit 
like a comb & it’s nappy

they want my formula 
like krabby patty

bitches get pies to 
the face like a patty

stay with that chloé
on me like im halle


im the iphone, bitch 
you on your motorola 

i’m the corvette, you
toyota corolla

all them fake views,
& all that payola 

still don’t got no 
bars, still don’t got 
granola

bitch my face is 
ova, your career is over 

you ain’t the princess,
but you give fiona

pull out the range
rover & don’t get 
pulled over

bitch i’m a fly
bitch, you just
a layover


like uh uh uh,
bitches is feeding
off me for the buzz

blacking on beats 
like the back of the bus

all the way covered
up, he still gone bust

fucking with me all 
my niggas gone buss

your face is hard, but 
lil bitch you ain’t tough

talking designers
that you never touch

don’t know if they
hate me or they
got a crush 


wait

on this song alone,
bitch is on a lot of flows

hot at the top, 
i ain’t talking no stove

went against me,
murder she wrote

but who even 
knows, is that what 
she wrote? 

me & you never
up in the same boat

you a basic bitch
with some basic pros

with your basic flow
& your basic clothes

basically you ain’t 
nothing but a basic 
ass hoe


and that’s word to 
kash kash

tell them bitches 
get some kash kash

tell bitches look at
the stats stats

im always first &
and you last last

oh, that’s why
they mad mad

crack me a bitch
with this crack crack

im everything that 
you lack lack

baby where your
similar lac? lac (2x)

KA$H

ERKA- HARDY2/BOSS

Garçon De Feu (FireBoy) OFFICIAL LYRICS 


VERSE 1 

you ain’t gotta ask bitch hell yeah I’m running shit 

seen this dude in the club said I got some nice tits 

I said I just got em done 

he said girl you one of one 

I said I’m the only child 

so technically I’m one of none let’s go 

PB, PB, bitch who’s Peabo Bryson 

I’m chauffeured everywhere I don’t need no license 

enticing my body enticing as a motherfucker 

stop playing nigga and come and bite this motherfucker

boy i need it i need it I mean I need it right now 

boy my pussy so leaky 

just come and shut the pipe down 

it’s getting hot in here baby I’m bout to cut the lights down 

i mean it curve to the left but i’m going right down 

i got my high heels on you got on your joggers 

nigga eat the pussy like it depend on yo job 

fat bitches in a hut, yeah that’s that jabba 

and if that nigga gotta bitch then i gotta rob her 


HOOK 

it’s like our worlds just collide whenever I’m near you 

can’t shake the feeling that I really wanna fear you 

no I don’t know I don’t know why I’m like this 

fighting myself because I don’t wanna fight this  

VERSE 2 

he had the Rolls in the Royce the tone in his voice 

don’t want a good girl nah hoes is his choice 

you know my mouth on open pussy on (aah) 

when he stick it in i got em blowing like bombs 

i got that full glam on pageant tease 

my body smoking that’s why pussy bitches mad at me 

naturally i do this shit so naturally 

it’s not my fault that ya career been flopping tragically 

like boy come on let’s go back to my room 

i’m so delu but I can’t help it cause I’m feeling you 

he bought me Doc Martin Fishnet Stocking & Jimmy Choo 

i mean he spoils me, what the fuck you want a girl to do? 

my hair long when i step through 

I’m looking like a pageant bitch 

fashion doll, with some big pageant tits  

no you cannot cop a feel quit asking bitch 

i’m getting money and I don’t get it with ration bitch 

killin bitches send em to the gulag 

pussy got em hot ian letting him cool off 

let’s play teacher boy give me the ruler 

cop me that Rock Angel chain from Benny The Jeweler 

HOOK 

it’s like our worlds just collide whenever I’m near you 

can’t shake the feeling that I really wanna fear you 

no I don’t know I don’t know why I’m like this 

fighting myself because I don’t wanna fight this  

and boy 

you’ve got my 

heart on fire

it’s on fire

it’s on fire

heart on ..  

VERSE: 3 

okay I just had a epiphany i need to go to umm 

bitches on my tippy like I ain’t the goat or sum 

i’m drunk as fuck up on the e way I’m swerving the lambo 

he call me babygirl he say I be rocking the damn boat 

damn Laurence, your career is boring 

biting off my style like I’m Isis and you Torrence  

and bitch you steady poor and 

asking for bread on the back end 

i thought you said the streams was paying 

bitch what the fuck happened? 

you ain’t no princess remi you a dude hence the real name 

talking bout  a final baby girl this the real game 

why would I bring my BEST bitch for a bitch that’s half of me? 

how you so rich but you a Maid/Janitor nigga do the math for me

Written by: Jade

GarçonDeFeu (FireBoy)

$N4PBAĊĶ.m4a

No Noise (Freestyle) [Lyrics] 🎀

i lay a rap bitch 
down, picnic!

you ain’t a star, give a 
fuck ‘bout your wish bitch

where that money? ima 
spread it like it’s lipstick

take pics, i’m chose, 
so bad, i’m so misfit

strut in my stiletto, 
30K on my wrist watch

beat her like a kid, 
then post it on my tiktok

oh boy, these hoes 
don’t be making no noise

i get to poppin’ 
bitches top like a beer

too sick, something in 
me they can never cure

you know the 
girly be with killers

and all my niggas 
full of vengeance

and they’ll do the crime 
& the time for the princess

yo, i dice it up like 
wasabi, or karate

i’m the baddest in the 
county, wanna find me?

you can catch me 
where the green be

i walk past, all the niggas 
love to watch like it’s tv..

cuz oh boy, these hoes 
don’t be makin’ no noise

couldn’t even be 
me as a decoy..

broke boy!

i’m on the block with the 
baddies & the dope boys

flow sick, flint faucet, 
got me coughing..

all this green in my purse 
it’s gone make me nauseous

you my baby, 
failed abortion

finna torch it!

i wanna ride, 
so i horse it!

man i brought that femme, pink
shit to soundcloud, bow down!

and if not, all them 
bitches gettin’ laid down

i lick the tip, 
my hips go dip

i just stunt on a bitch 
in this designer stitch

yo, rap bitch bandit, 
camp without the forest

rubber bands got stacks, 
flip it like a pancake

they say my name, girly 
insane no pain, no gain

i won, it ain’t a race, bitch

gettin’ cake everyday, that’s me
more stomach than ass, that’s she

somebody call the service 
‘cause damn a bitch preachin’

pussy stay fat & brown,
i call her cleveland..

bitch you it, 
you a clown ho

out in clayco, be 
in your hood too

good wherever i go!

man i put that 
on the bible..

that you always gotta break
my bars down like a typo..

cuz oh boy, these hoes 
don’t be makin’ no noise

bloody red on my 
bottoms, like it’s 
hemorrhoids..

oh he in love with a 
barb like the ken toy

i ain’t talkin’ public transit
when he got me bussin’..

legs in the air, buss it 
open, bitch it’s nothin’

if size runs in the family, i 
might put it on his cousin

come through, 
car vroomin’

bass get to boomin’
you ain’t cute bitch

it’s your face 
that ur tuning

but my face on your cover, so 
of course they gone tune in..

radio, articles, i’m 
the bitch that do’s it

you ain’t even one, so why 
the fuck you put your two’s in?

they see & purco winnin’ so 
they tryna duplicate the duo

& all i want is the face 
then my space like pluto

slap a bitch in the 
mug with the gucci belt

paralyzed, cuz your 
raps, bitch, i never felt

told hoes i’m 
the rap bitch bandit

saved the soundcloud
scene with a pink phone

with my pink on, 
what the fuck wrong?

if you ain’t talking ‘bout no 
money get the fuck on, bitch

No Noise (Freestyle)

linktr.ee/mattell
#1 & Original Barbie 💕🎀

KA$H

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