Had to revisit this cause wtf?? Who flows on a beat like this?? Who else???

Lyrics:

keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga


it goes one, two, three
who it’s gone be?

B-a-r.. b-i-e

use them two last
letters then follow 
my example 

once she think she
hot, blow her out 
like a candle 

man i hate to smoke 
a bitch like a mother
fucking camel

i’m somewhere in the 
middle east sitting on a camel

then switch to the lambo,
stepped out the lambo

she ran up then i floored her
yup that’s orlando!


they know im the 
pinnacle, i’m what
bitches spitting for

break a rapper bitch down
get it? like a syllable 

anything you see me
doing, know i’m the original

they in the cords 
sounding like they 
came from my umbilical


go against the barbie,
this is not where you
gone win though

you ain’t fucking with
me, this is not no 
innuendo 

must be on that indo,
bitch i get it in though

anything you see me
pull up in got tinted 
windows

pass me the quilted 
pink chanel lambskin

ima blow that back 
soon as they bring my 
advance in

cut the rapping out, this 
is something you won’t 
advance in

if i take a break then
maybe you can get 
a chance in


keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga


i ain’t never need a nigga

i can buy that shit 
myself

never needed bitches,
pull up by my mother 
fucking self

that mean i don’t 
need no help 

y’all bitches look
like the help

when they try to gag me

bitch they end
up gagging 

i’m like “welp!”


when it come to these
bitches, color my ass 
unimpressed 

when i say these hoes
not fit, i mean not even a bit

don’t know why these
bitches tryna take every
single step

but you know the barbie
balling so bitch i’m 
never stressed 


um um um um

you’ll never catch 
the barbie hanging with
a bum bum 

just like a lollipop,
they suck & they
dum(b) dum(b)

go anywhere & bitch
i’m good, fuck where
you from from 


keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga

Knotted (Prod. DB!)

Fuck With (feat. Purcosex)

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

Lyrics:

“Tela hoes need 
them a bitch to pop”

Well tell them weak 
hoes I’m the bitch to pop

They still up on bots 
tryna fix the plot?

Keep it g bitch 
I don’t want shit you got


First hoes came out
tryna sound like me

Like bitch your first 
song said shoutout me

So now they tryna sing
and now they doin feat’s

On my type of beats
just to outdo me


Tell her bum ass to kneel
—Patrick Harris

IRL doll, y’all Facetune & Paris

Had a whole wave of fags 
tryna be Paris 

They always think you’re me
You not embarrassed? 


Mirror.. Mirror.. which bitch the fairest?

(You princess, & she can’t be the Heiress) 

I’m at the Trump, but I’m on team Harris 

Pretty soon your career is gonna perish


Man get yo bum ass on 
Man what yo bum ass on?

Like everything you bitches do
confirm that y’all my clone

They need me here, why they 
trying so hard to get me gone?

They want the formula, you 
can hear that shit in they tone 

Well bitch you blown your cover
Tell bitches take some cover

Yea bitch I’m mother and that
get back is a motherfucker

Sign of the cross, tell these
bum bitches it’s the last supper

Like every bitch can catch a 
fade and no I don’t stutter


Me against young men in wigs, I win

Back to Hollywood
Like when you ever been?

Outrap who? 
With what type of pen

I move weight, call me the Prin' Pin


I heard your leak, that 
shit was kinda wack though 

You thought you ate just 
cause you did a fast flow

Bitch I get cheese for 
feats just to mack hoes

Mad hoes

Better in everything, 
we do not match hoes 


Your time is up bitch like
Hickory Dickory 

Don’t got no friends so 
they riding on dickory 

Literally, bitch it’s a mystery 

How to get rid of me 

This shit’ll go down in history 


Got the right plan with
the right wrong bitch  

Rap murder scene with 
the white chalk bitch 

Now you wanna wear all 
them cheap ass wigs 

Hoe what happened to the
box with the white chalk bitch

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 1: 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

[Bridge: 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 2: 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 3: 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 4: 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)

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Lyrics:

[Chorus: NovaGalore]

This pussy fye (Ha)
Her pussy dry (Dry)
She don’t want no smoke (Smoke)
She don’t wanna get high (High)

Betta watch yo mouth
If you don’t wanna die
Face card approved
Her shit denied

[Verse 1: NovaGalore]

Finna go cop me a brand new body with this face card
How the fuck is you a soft girl? But yo face hard
That bitch don’t wanna battle with the Boss, i’ll rip ha face-off
How much these niggas be spendin’ on me, you would think seein’ this face cost
Pull up to the party, all eyes on my car
Body smokin’ like a blunt, all eyes on the gar
Pussy sing his ass to sleep, twinkle twinkle little star
Out of all of his girls, i’m the baddest bitch by far
Ow!

[Chorus: NovaGalore]

This pussy fye (Ha)
Her pussy dry (Dry)
She don’t want no smoke (Smoke)
She don’t wanna get high (High)

Betta watch yo mouth
If you don’t wanna die
Face card approved
Her shit denied

This pussy fye (Ha)
Her pussy dry (Dry)
She don’t want no smoke (Smoke)
She don’t wanna get high (High)

Betta watch yo mouth
If you don’t wanna die
Face card approved
Her shit denied

[Verse 2: The Girly]

M-My shit stay approved
Bitch, I bank with Navy Federal
Say, I like ya style
I can FIT you in my schedule
You don’t want no smoke
Bitch, you better stick to edibles
Tease ‘em on the beat
Aha, bitch, i’m edging you
Wanna see a trick? Well, you gotta throw some bands, son
Face card approved, let him eat it if he handsome
B-B-Bitch, i’m hella bad
Call me “Cookie Throw-A-Tantrum”
Haunt ‘em with the Boss in this Danny Phantom
Muah!

[Chorus: NovaGalore]

This pussy fye (Ha)
Her pussy dry (Dry)
She don’t want no smoke (Smoke)
She don’t wanna get high (High)

Betta watch yo mouth
If you don’t wanna die
Face card approved
Her shit denied

This pussy fye (Ha)
Her pussy dry (Dry)
She don’t want no smoke (Smoke)
She don’t wanna get high (High)

Betta watch yo mouth
If you don’t wanna die
Face card approved
Her shit denied

FACE CARD (feat. NovaGalore)

Rich $port - Lyrics
Stream: https://open.spotify.com/album/2NbCw3MLjrtHgkWzym6ff1?si=r_lWpBgOR0O2asdq7TvUdg
I'm a bad bitch you know i eat my rice and fuckin cabbage

(UH)
They can't sit with me 
Bitches mad cus 
They nigga wanna trick on me
White girl doing coke 
Lookin' like brittany
Lickin' all up on my lips 
It taste like victory 

Cant beef with a bitch 
Who only bickerin'
Difference is im better 
Than who wish i aint
Couple milly in the bank i
Keep it safe tho
All up in the club you gon see
The way this ass flow

Got a couple niggas that know 
How to make that cash flow
Get you lined ho 
Hiding bodies where u cannot find ho (UUH)

Lethal and sinster
Canada im the minister
Mortal kombat how i finish her
Im steady grillin her
Niggas is never drilling her
Bubble pink the interior 
Sama be the superior
Bitches know that im prettier

Beat her ass dump her body in bayou
Niggas always trynna fuck never hi how u?
Pussy always baldheaded sum like cailou
Got that grip hb always wanna slide thru
1 year in the game spitin like its 20 
All these niggas acting funny
Keep a hunnid inna duffy

I aint that bitch?? stop the bluffy 
Not to mention 
I slay these bitches like im buffy (UH)
Bad bitch witta bad attudiude  
They could never reach Yung Mulan magnitude
Even if they copy everything that i do
Sneezin' on the beat make it sick nigga ah chew 
Bitches thats goin against me chanted i chew
Get a lotta money jimmy always gon choo choo
On these bitches minds burn they eyes like 
Its shampoo
Niggas thats claimin the beef 
Getting strained like the stew

Bitch im number one give a fuck about the next few
My nigga keep a thick long wood got that bamboo
Hit you with them bullets leave the body out to tan boo
My bitches hit way harder than them exams do
She was never my friend she gotta leech up on me
I don't play fair i throw the bleach up on em
Sindel like how i screech upon em
Eat a rap bitch up you know how i love
To feast up on em

(OW)
Search the whole solar 
Aint a bitch polar 
I get the rise up out of nigga
Like a boner
He my chauffeur im what ya nigga show for
Exotic typa bitch ima 
what you find In folklore
Why would i argue with a bitch
Her house the size of my closet
They only fat and can gossip
Yo nigga give me that ostrich
I got ya rent in my pocket 
So can i pay you to pop it
Im makin bag nigga 
Thats why they cant stop the deposits

RICH $PORT

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Maltese Madness

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Knotted (Prod. DB!)

BARBIE (MATTEL)

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