@bratzangel WHO WAS I FEELING LIKEHDBX WTFFF

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 (Prod. Arrogant)

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

℗ 2024 Pretty Gang Records

Lips (Feat. Zai’lyn Love) 👄

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss me up on my lips.

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss these big lucious lips.

you see,
when you workin a body like this, (what) these hoes be thts jealous,
in hating they zealous,
and to be a bum bitch is wht they be tryna compel us.
 
puttin sum bad bitches in new attire,
at a party you wont see a bitch flier(flyer),
pocket watchin but ya times up cs sum new money wht you need dire.

ass and the pockets heavy so when i walk its a couple kilos,
wanna know my measurements, so the metric wht we chose,
my streams say i got my own flows and you backyard bitches got hose,
snakes inna camp (nahh) me and my girls dont see those!

when ya confidence this high, even the sky cant humble me,
and please dont say i cannot do it, cs in spite i gotta degree,
im down in boston at a party my body bringing the tea,
to stunt on bitches its a cost but nobody payin the fee but me!

walk in, titties pushed up,
everybody so amazed,
bitches wet and niggas bricked up,

and ian neva thought of competition, wht opponent?
i see my nigga inna corner, waiting for this moment (muah)

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss me up on my lips.

some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
some loving on my lips,
come kiss these big lucious lips.

(Zai’lyn Verse)
B-B-Bitch I’m only chilling with killers, when it’s a opp at the door,
I know some bitches who gone make that pussy pop, for the dough, 

Gave me the blunt, like Emily, they was selling some dope, 
H.B,I.C, to pussy rappers, they just say I’m the pope, just eat the pussy with yo lips, no I ain’t taking a oath, 

I body any damn bitch, who taking me for a joke, 
He say im pretty regan mac, but im just fucking psycho,
and i aint no lego, how im stubbing my toe,

I was shaking ass and tiddies, when he wss tryna get with me, 
he said im super thick, so pretty, cuz im straight outta philly,
aint charging less than mili, because im jennifer tilly,
the way he kissing on my lips, you would think i had the filly, like what

Lips (feat. Zai’lyn Love)

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

Why do you bitches be thinking Milano fell off
You hoes need to go change the subject 
I be wit my nigga in the hood
Ride his dick so good
Bitch please I ain’t finna stop fuckin
I just took a break for a min
But you rap bitches still on my nuts
Hoe get off or start sucking
I’ll really body any of you niggas
Let that be that ending point of a discussion

My man say I’m perfect
Ass like two bunk beds
No ass shots, ain’t no surgeon
This pussy be working
Yours got you a buss down
Mine copped me a maybach with curtains
You bitches is hurting
D-O-N touch down
Julio 42
No Bourbon
My nigga be serving
Ran off twice on the plug
Now he walking up slow 
Acting nervous

Stop saying these rap bitches really my peer
Which rap bitch hit 100K in a year
I got a real big bag
Pop real big tags
That’s a Double C stud on my ear
You bitches is lame
He got you crying in a Honda
I’m wiping my tears in a Range
You sniffing cocaine 
If you think you running with Don
On a track 
I’m like 
Bitch is you sane??!

All my Songs on deck
Like Brenda
Shit get wicked
Bitch go ask Galinda
My man think he safe
Tuh please
Bitch I’ll ship a nigga right back to his sender 
This shit is a bender
Hoe keep dropping them chops
Like she putting them songs thru a blender
Versace on body
That Alaïa prolly
I’m all you rap bitches
Num 1 contender 

I wanna fuck Duke Dennis so bad
Open ya mouth put this cat on ya hat
Pull up on A-M-P
In my A-M-G
Fuck Kai then I’m fucking ya dad

Ride on that dick like a Cowboy
Beyonce 
I want a butch queen that’s thick like Raymonte
I’m with a nigga I’m using for money 
When he ask to fuck
I say now not the time bae

I’m in that Gaultier with Alabama
These niggas gon bark
I’m a bad mamma-jamma
Nigga think he gon fuck this
Nigga cant touch this
Got me feeling like MC & Hammer

Stripes on my ass
Get a taste like you Tyga
This shit getting sticky
Creator no Tyler
Ain’t no push to start
Bitch I don’t feel like Tyla
He left a review on this ass
Like “It’s fire!”

You bitches really thought Tre was too soft
You bitches really thought you was a threat
I’d like to see all you bitches that bark in da comments
Talk shit with this glock atcha neck

Affirming myself
But no I’m not a lender
Swiping them cards left and right
Like it’s Tinder
I be at home counting up
Pesos in the truck
While my opps getting fucked on Twitter

I got that drip, super soaker like fountains
Hoe get too close
Mason (Macing) bitches like Alton
Feeling like Diana Ross 
When I smoke that za
Getting high
Nigga ain’t no mountain
Bitch been styling
Pull up at Saks
Racking up a big tab
I might need a accountant
When I drop that New New
All these old hoes
Gon act so astounded

Dig in this shit while you repping your set
You fuckin wit me
Having more than sex
Im grabbing ya neck
Balls
Ass
While I ride on the dick
FatKatXX

Damn 
Since when Milano been a freak
It just took the right nigga 
Bring it outta me
Thats enough of that pussy talk
Let me address some you bitches
Since bitches think this shit was sweet

On all you bitches
I kept me a eye
Couple of shit
That I keep letting slide
None of you bum bitches
Better not mention my name
Less you ready to lay down and die

Keep saying I flopped
Bitch you bringing me traction
New Money Moniker
Thats a bitch Faction
Most of you bitches is mad
You couldnt get in 
You bitches aint possessing talent

D.O.N (Freestyle)

Hey my Supaz!! I know I’ve been M.I.A. but it’s for a good reason! I have SOOOOOO many gags for yall ( but I can’t say per manager ) so for NOW just listen to one of my fav tracks off the thing thing ! #SUPAOUT ! 🛸⭐️💞

Taé Monroe - Nancy ! ★

HMFD

CROWN DOWN

℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

[Chorus]

Hand to the sky might make a bitch blind yea,
rockin out outta my mind,
25 when i came back innis bitch aint leaving till god tell me its my time,
give me a couple of seconds to freestyle and imma go viral like it was a vine.
I js been chillin writing my raps cook in the booth js give me some thyme.

[Verse 1]

25 on go, run it up cant be poor,
finna do a bitch first show,
wrist white like snow but you sleepin on me you slow,
blackin on beats jim crow.

if a bitch wanna ki(key) like pills(peeles) popped,
looked down on me and i still topped,
10 different stores and we still shopped,
had him on his knees and he still rocked.

get onna beat or a runway and bathe a bitch,
he feenin fa me so he crave a bitch
bitches be green but they pockets aint so wait imma go pave a bitch,
told me tht he want a red hed so i switched wigs imma brave lil bitch,
pussy fiesty he domestic told the pussy to behave lil bitch.

tip in wit the ysl’s
what i rap in the music is why it sales,
how to be a bad bitch in deep details,
and i got the magic fairytails.

smoke wimme youn want in and exhale,
got bars onna bitch ion need me a cell,
best pin when i bowl ion use no rails,
girls night when its right we dont need no nails.

stackin up racks and they blue wit a mix of the green so i wish a ho would,
bitches be pussy cause my niggas bussin them things 1 & 2 if you would,
people keep on tellin me pop my shit damn i think i should,
lemme flex this wrist js right quick hand

[Chorus]

H-H-Hand to the sky might make a bitch blind yea,
rockin out outta my mind,
25 when i came back innis bitch aint leaving till god tell me its my time,
give me a couple of seconds to freestyle and imma go viral like it was a vine.
I js been chillin writing my raps cook in the booth js give me some thyme.

Hand to the sky might make a bitch blind yea,
rockin out outta my mind,
25 when i came back innis bitch aint leaving till god tell me its my time,
give me a couple of seconds to freestyle and imma go viral like it was a vine.
I js been chillin writing my raps cook in the booth js give me some thyme.

[Verse 2]

p-p-p-pussy wet aint no wringin it out, only when its diamonds when a ring out,
slinging bitches then flinging them out,
poppin shit a clique with or without.

hypnotize how i waist whine, see why nigggas on my body,
onna trek imma star wit it, like on beam me up scotty,

recycling bars put that inna bin,
only hang wit 10 bitches ben,
pig bitches not usin they pins,
cut a bitch im not makin amends.

try to fuck wit me you losin yo mind,
think she forgot so lemme remind,
been on the grind since ‘07,
so 10/20 vision not makin me blind, bitch.

Blind

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