Musè - FUCK I LOOK LIKE (LOL)

(Prod. Arrogant)

Lyrics:

wrong bitch, feeling hit 
‘bout the wrong shit.

when i press her, they gone ask her 
what’s wrong bitch?

& she gone say, she
got into it with the wrong bitch.

hm, im still the hostess,
& my name ding dong sis.


you would think her leaving
made the completion go away

left, came back,
wasnt competition anyway

they tryna cancel ‘tel on a 
big petition anyway

but note, im booked, 
composition anyway.


these bitches thinking that 
they losing cause im in the way.

i mean it’s half true,
half wrong, in a way.

she said she “better than me”?
SIKE, i was finna say.

these bitches seen my impact,
less than a day.


stop depending on other 
rap bitches lyrics.

you bitches is old as fuck, 
& im fine like wine & they spirits.

they wondering why im winning,
i said it’s the Holy Spirit.

you bitches ain’t really fly,
you bitches really them spirits.


im american, all about myself,
im so arrogant.

never really worried bout my kids,
bad parenting.

count a mill-i-on (milian)

judging bitches like im marilyn.

group of niggas knocking at your door,
like they caroling.


how it’s playtime,
& you barely even get plays? 

this hoe a fem top,
& she barely even get play.

you still my dog lil bitch,
sit/stay.

got ‘em nervous, 
got ‘em scared, pit stain.


look at your 1k to my 6
im hard to reach bitches.

really tried to lend a hand, 
i tried to teach bitches.

like amanda seyfried,
i got chloé on my feet bitches.

never been the type to beef,
always tryna meet (meat) bitches.


she wanna front?
push that bitch wig back.

if she broke, tell her ass fix that.


miserable. 

little rapper bitches
 ain’t even in my peripheral.

im too hard bitch, synonym: difficult.


these bitches ain’t at least catchy,
if not lyrical.

POP it OFF like PETER,
& my wrist on WATER MIRACLE!

if i tell you what im whippin,
you would think that it’s a miracle.

im the type to check up on 
these bitches like it’s clinical.


loser ass bitches 
always tryna steal my motto.

we’re not the same, 
no potato, patoto.

Christian Dior Vintage John Galliano.

bars move more weight 
than that nigga El Chapo.


yea! Dior Saddle Pochette,
 i don’t do that poor shit.

pull up to the venue, 
yes i valet Porsche it.


loser bitches still with that dissing,
that’s just some more shit.

never natural, 
bitch you always tryna force shit.

only princess you can be is Fiona.

fuck you look like? OGRE!

had to wake these
 rap bitches up like fogers.

she think she ride the beat
like a HARLEY, that bitch a JOKER.

watch your mouth, 
put it to your gap, to your molar.

LAST time she tried to 
steal my style bitch i stole-her.

bitch you don’t look good, 
bitch you don’t sound good.

i don’t know who told her.


it’s clear they wanna start me.
that’s Stella McCartney.

didn’t mommy tell you fags,
“not to play with the barbie”? 

i ain’t with the lovey dovey shit,
i aint Barney.

im at Barney’s, slides on Marni, 
& the bag Coperni.


don’t call the lord now,
we ain’t gone “KUMBAYA” 


when im shitting on these bitches,
just admit that i do it.

just admit we not congruent.

just admit who the influence.

gave you bitches time to blow 
& y’all muh’ fucking blew it.


i wanna know who clearing muah.

bitch look at my repertoire.

all up on my pussy, clit.
all up on my fuckin twat.

like a microwave,
bitch you HAD time to get hot.

she lost the spot, i took the spot.
she HOT cause im HOT!


ain’t about the money, 
tell these bitches (a)rrivederci 

i mean look at what my shirt say.
act like everyday my birthday. 


& my wrist is on cataclysm.
& we ain’t gone play your plagiarism.


mattel “Anna Mae”.

steady counting cake.

Talking Tom bitches
 tryna say what i say.

don’t got the 
talent, body, looks, or the money!

so it’s not me!

your nigga brining me flowers 
like it’s may!

Kumbaya

MUSÉ,TREDADON: DOADONNA/ LOL2.

for fun | 

s l u double g a
on a instrumental 
run it like a relay 
they be saying they the best 
oh? really?
can they spit swag, like i do easily?

your green light, like that song off BDAY
fake bags, them Chanel’s off eBay 
this just-in like ludacris, baby
my drive crazy, like collisions on the freeway

not likely, for you to be like me
cannot get the buzz that i get, 
bee like me
my wordplay viscous like i be 
cheating in scrabble
bitch you ain’t Solange
AINT no seat at my table

write a mean 16, a high school bully
spit the principal, like head mistresses 
you know what it is
bitches say they shittin, must be constipation
they mad that im poppin like bottles, celebration

listen bitch 
now watch how this wrist glisten bitch 
I’m the shine of this shit, you seen how I’ve risen bitch
all my shit hot like stoves in your kitchen bitch
bitches steal my lines like they been sniffing shit

me and you are not the same 
me and you is different bitch
ugh, im so vogue 
and you’re more like fangoria
stop lying Madagascar, you’re gloria
it’s no way I got her this maddy like she in euphoria 


[you cant be like me]


AYO check this 
crash dummy 
watch me wreck this 
watch me be victorious, like where beck is
big ass head, im tryna find where her neck is 
my net worth and yours crashin, like that tech shit

I get my way, and you fit your way
my only problem is 
what ysl i fit today
that’s kelly on my bag 
bubble gum pink jag
I stay flipping through this paper 
like a U.S weekly mag

with a swag you would kill for
get like uma thurman, and get a bill whore
like a refill, damn these bitches still poor
you my child you my baby, you a stillborn

im the blueprint 
contractors get to building 
damn I must be numb 
all these bitches I ain’t feeling 
bitches want some play but
but they ain’t in the field and 
once I go bananas there ain’t no FUCKING peeling 

everytime they spit
man that shit is a bore
got me asking myself 
what you doing this for 
I ball more than the buzzer beater making the score
every room that I enter they holding the door 

man fuck you niggas, like them prostitutions
miu miu tote just to put the shoes in 
still in the bubble pink Porsche just cruisin 
errrr, game over you’re just losing!

KANT (PROD. Jeighkob)

Riddle me this? ftMUSÉ

TAE MARI - RIDDLEMETHIS (TAEMIX)

Uppa Echelon


(mmcht, do it!)



watch this, like rolex

im in my zone, you can’t flex

if you coming bitch, come correct

rap murderer, the machete vet



got a sick throat, im coughin up

these ILL lyrics, that’s STILL in this 

notes app that just KILL bitches 

gon head and pick yo coffin up!



back at it, again 

I got racks, you stacking up tens

only tens I know is my friends 

Christian Loubs hang out of my benz



yeah, these bitches wanna talk shit?

like im the one play wit?

they been sneak dissin for months 

won’t hop in my dm to say shit!



bitches chicken, popeyes dinnerin’

im colder than a bitch winter fit

cant fit the crown, it’s a winner fit

these hoes trash and im loitering 



meanwhile, I just be in chanel

balling and ain’t shit on sale

call my tech to do my nails

he want that neck like ox-tail 



braggadocio a hundred 

fellatio, spittin, stuntin

(bitch on her doorbell, she frontin)

my pockets on swell, yours nothing 



im just that pretty bitch 

yous a bop like a diddy bitch

hold up wrist drippin bitch

suitcase, you trippin sis



fuck you and your clique ho!

slug ain’t never dick rode!

bars ain’t never stick hoe!

your connection real low!



play with fire, you get burned bitch, first degree!

i been schoolin, like a teacher, tell me what you learned from me?

why would i ask for feedback?

I don’t really need that 

especially from these bitches spittin bars and they weed wack



bitch, im your mommy like im wrapped up

TALKIN all that shit, you keyboarded, bitch you capped up

spittin like the best of them, the rest of them ain’t got no juice 

yes you heard, we pulled up on the curb, hopped out them coupes 

fishy like salmon, hot like ramen 

you know all them soups 

niggas got switches, with bad bitches 

like dog walking groups 



and they be yelling AHA on the track like me?

don’t make bahjha blast your ass like Taco B

im so blunt, got niggas thinking that im packing green 

it’s the luck of the Irish, im never lacking  green 



see, ive given bitches shots, but they lack vaccine

so they resorted to stick me for flows, like heroine feens

they even Jack me for my lyrics like Harlow 

nardo, im the wicked witch, the way I broom and I dust hoes 



the way i spit, need the pacifier, need to baby-sit

these bitches more soft than a newborn baby get 

It could get real strange, I’ll get my on my sadie shit

it get meaner than regina and you on yo cady shit



I passed them, they still want me to fail 

(oh)

they lack bars, AINT no using they cell

(oh)

schoolin bitches, like attending yale 

(oh)

i got mad money, like it’s tends to yell 



b—!



FEEDBACKFREESTYLE (feat. Kitomi)

[lyrics]

(IVEN VERSE ENDS)

yo, moneybagg, money bag, lotta money bags
y’know ya girl gone reside where the money at
you in ya hobo bag witcha bummy ass
ya girls on yall will smith with the funny act

my shit smackin, chris rock bitch
that’s a princess diamond cut on this rock bitch waddup
hannah baker, yknow ya girl gone cut up
ya run done don’t get me started mothafucka

*your times up, bitch :(*

surpassed you bitches and it’s only been a year ho 
no competition you never gonna win ho 
i’m innat wham bam lamb chop alotta bread like gyro, laughing, money flying out the window

getcha chips getcha getcha chips up
step ya pussy up step ya step ya clit up
bitch i’m richer bitch i’m bitch i’m richer 
bitch i’m fisher bitch imo bitch i’m fisher 

in the strip club i throw it up like i’m queasy
bitches startin’ rumors but they do not got the receipts. you gon’ need ya right hand and lotion to beat me and even then you couldn’t beat me


i do not give me a fuck about no allegations
bitches either hate me or they on they gay shit
he throwin’ money so i throw it back like the matrix
need a haircut the way ya looks startin to fade bitch

get in the field, get it in bitch and get it then
chanel bags, credit cards, lotta dividends 
karl largefeld coupe window 5%
ya bitch get it crackin (crr) ligament 

that bitch get it crackin’ like the 80s
don’t fuck with bitches they biting they carry rabies
i’m mother round these parts i gotta lotta babies
now let me do my curtsy i’m a lady, DOLLY.

Kumbaya

Barbie (Mattel)

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