LYRICS:

I ain’t talking ’bout Mercedes
Run this shit, may be a sprinter
Had to end his trial ‘cause I don’t to much fuck with them beginners 
Rap doctor so you hoes cannot compare me to no bum bitch
Appointment when I fuck him
Told the nigga hurry, cum quick
Ass fat, booty shorts
Would’ve thought I worked at Hooters
Love the way the cookie cream
Need dunkers, I need a shooter
Need knowledge, I need computer
Need digits and desk top
Only fuck with bad bitches not Littlest Pet Shop
Let me rephrase, like supervision you really don’t make the cut
And no you may not get this treat so is you trickin’ or what?
Top pussy I need a cap 
What Soulja Boy said?
Make it clap
Pop that pussy everywhere that it end up on Dora map, bitch


PRTTY chain hanging out my pink bubblegum coupe 
(Ya)
Hoes tryna get rowdy, you can get yo ass humbled (Mm)
Take him to the waterpark, I told him put his floats on 
(Ouu)
Bad bitch super hero, pink satin is what the cloak on 
(Brr)
Maybach truck
Throw that ass in the back of it 
(Ow!)
Double D cups
Bouncing tits, money I’m counting it
(Ow!)
Heavy weight truck
Broke bitches that’s a knee slap
Tryna breathe my air but I told ‘em to cop a CPAP
(Yuck!)


He wanna play up in this station
No controllers and shit
I do it like I do the porsche
Stick shift controlling the shit
Up in that pink thong
Throw it and bounce it, that’s word to ping pong
Silly bitches going rogue
Bow down and get up on yo knees son
Not gone lie, still best new rapper and bars since Hershey
Pockets on Rick Ross
He said “Baby you the boss, now come work me” 
“Slurp me”
I said I’ll spit and ride the dick how I jerk beats
I’m a slick bitch, I’m ricking em
Nachos and then I dip, bitch


PRTTY chain hanging out my pink bubblegum coupe 
(Ya)
Hoes tryna get rowdy, you can get yo ass humbled (Mm)
Take him to the waterpark, I told him put his floats on 
(Ouu)
Bad bitch super hero, pink satin is what the cloak on 
(Brr)
Maybach truck
Throw that ass in the back of it 
(Ow!)
Double D cups
Bouncing tits, money I’m counting it
(Ow!)
Heavy weight truck
Broke bitches that’s a knee slap
Tryna breathe my air but I told ‘em to cop a CPAP


Pussy game cold, wrist icy
I make it snow
And the Maybach a work of art, call that shit Van Go
Wait hold on
Elsa hit my phone like “Yo Muni I need my powers back”
Soundcloud rap surgeon
You bitches is just an ice pack
What the fuck I been telling hoes
I been cooking up before Kya did
You can spin in circles all you want to but I guarantee that I’m flyer bitch
On my doll shit, where my dream house
You a dead brother, dirt dream house
No NBA, the gov name Jordan
Now I’m finna show you what that speed ‘bout


You’ve been on my mind
I can be your wife
I’ll be by your side till the day we die
You can take the blue lambo
And I can take pink rari
I’ma take a few hours to get ready but I’m Barbie and I love to party

Bach 2 The Waterpark

Taste!

Srsly (Scrap) that I teased back in March at the end! 
Thank you sm for all your support 🎀

Lyrics:

They know what’s goodie
Don’t fuck with no rookie

You hating on me?
Come and suck on my cookie

A hundred sum K when you 
trying to book me

Bitch I am so pushy
Shoe game got em looking 

Up, down 
Face frown

Make these bitches bow down
Gimme back my crown now

Thank you for keeping
it warm though 


I know I ball a lot,
but I’ma punt some more

I don’t think I stunt enough,
I’ma flaunt some more 

I know i get a lot of money,
but I want some more 

I’m making rap “Great Again”
like a Trump Support 

That’s bars, flow, beat selection
I be in that fucking section

Yes I be the Princess, 
But I be the Queen of Chin Checking 


It ain’t come out, but I already got it
Shoe game psychotic, exotic, iconic, bionic 

Giuseppe or Blahnik,
You know that I’m on it 

I’m running through coins, Sonic


They cannot be serious, 
hoes be ridiculous

Check 'em stimulus,
They can’t sit with us

I’m so gaggy, my options are limitless
I’m the teacher to hoes, where the syllabus? 


Know you listening,
you know you like that

Who the fuck told these 
hoes that they like that  

Know she mad she 
can’t talk to me like that 

Keep it G, I’m the
reason you like that 

Everything that I do,
they gone bite that 

To these rap hoes,
I’m like Mike Jack

You can’t sit on my throne
I’ll be right back

You can’t wear my tiara 
Hoe shine that 


Where the fuck she get that from?
Go and ask her 

That bitch is my son,
but she a bastard

Still the Owner, Slayer, 
Ender, & the Master

Got 'em going "Pop"
When they barely a rapper


I am so feminine, got 
your nigga swimming in

I’m in that Barbie Truck
Bitch you not getting in

Only Pretty Gang, Gang
And a duffle bag full of 
Benjamins

Might go to the club and
find a stripper bitch named 
Cinnamon 


Really get silly, no filly (philly) ma
What the fuck happened to remi(y) ma?

Bitch you got a horse face,
You are not up, do not get 
giddy ma

Your face? Nah!
Body? Nah!

Money? Nah!
Rapper? Nah!

You my daughter bitch
so it’s giving "Goo Goo Ga Ga"


You don’t belong in a magazine,
but I’ll put your ass up in that magazine

I can get a hoe jumped like a trampoline
or my niggas’ll empty the magazine 

Steady killing my babies like Palestine
I keep hoes on they toes like a Ballerine

Think it’s sweet, get a hole like a cavity
I keep eating hoes, calories 


They know what’s goodie
Don’t fuck with no rookie

You hating on me?
Come and suck on my cookie

A hundred sum K when you 
trying to book me

Bitch I am so pushy
Shoe game got em looking 

Up, down 
Face frown

Make these bitches bow down
Gimme back my crown now

Thank you for keeping
it warm though

SUCK ON MY COOKIE

#Global

Thank you BRYXN for this wonderful project~!
Prod. Narcix
Had a lot of fun.

Lyrics coming soon..

Bralique X BRYXN - H.G.L/Bodybag

LYRICS:

Ayo
Knew I was that bitch when Noah put me on the ark
They gassing these hoes up, till they get they ass parked
Think it’s hammer time but Thor don’t even like to hear this choppa’ rumble
You hoes ain’t tea cus ain’t shit sweet around this motherfucker
My pockets diabetic, yours on that Ozempic shit
Flow sick like thermometers so do not try to tempt a bitch
Muni Ace a snake?, nah nigga, I’m insidious
Got these bitches pissed, I’m finna aim for where yo kidney is
These whores birds
I’ma put you on some wings, fly
Pink bow on her coffin so them others niggas Siwa
Yea I been a doll but ain’t no button that say “Try Me”
More green than Nickelodeon, this shit finna get slimy


I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited


Yo music tired, let me go and grab the booster cables
You only seasonal Saint Nick, go make a Christmas label 
‘Cause hoes be free falling bad without a parachute
I fucked yo nigga, I said “Cop me a new pair” and shoo
I’m in that shit that look like Jack Frost had ejaculated   
My diamonds dripping, make me water as if Tyla made it
Nigga hit my phone, I left him hanging, not the Ku Klux
All in my business, I’ma put you in a suit bruh
Light-skins big headed, I’on do Caillous 
I’d rather fuck a glow stick than a neon dude
Still wanna eat it, told the nigga that the pool closed
He said you taste a mess, some shit he would’ve bulldozed


I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited


Ace said he need the OG Doll, & I’m the bitch he called
Ain’t goin’ shopping, but on tracks, these bitches getting mauled
That mean I tear into ‘em
Bullets runnin’ right through ‘em
Mother Cloud and best new rapper, they career, we shoot it
Who told these bitches they was Barbie Doll material?
I know she dread it when I lock in, in the studio
I-I-I tell them other loser bitches “Hit the bleachers!”
Bitch, you not a doll, I bully bitches through they speakers
Strawberry Margarita, put that on the tab, boo
Go against me? Thought these bitches knew it’s taboo
The Girly-Dolly also comes with a pink coupe
And keep ya man from ‘round me, ‘cause lil bitch, I’m bad news


I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited edition


Bitch you burnt out, get cremated
I’m a bad bitch, never behaving
Whole closet looking like Crayola sponsored
Find a razor blade and bitch please take it
I’m a disrespectful lil bratty hoe
All you hoes my sons but where the daddy though
Y’all (gasp, gasp) every few bars, get some breath control and stop lagging yo
All these flashing lights on me so I think I need sunscreen
Witty, cocky, talented, and can’t forget, cunty
Hands shakes, ew, rather do fist bumping
I’on care if you do track, but my cash you better run me
I lost weight but I still move it
Money talk, yea I’m still fluent
Girl Halloween been passed, I looked at yo crowd and they still booing
(Cough, cough) allergic to you bum niggas
Ballerina ‘cause yo block, we just spun nigga


I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, this shit limited edition
I look like a doll
Limited edition
Limited edition, bitch I’m limited

Limited Edition (feat. The Girly) (prod. DB!)

BOOM!

📸

Lyrics:

In that matte black in the back 
A young nigga going crazy in my
Guts 

Windows tinted got him digging
With my neck up in his clutch

Got the type of money that’ll make
A bitch stutter, flexing on the gram
These bitches brokies undercover 

My Bars sweat her, you know I spit that
Summer weather, like a feather
I make these bitches flock together 

I’m On that BK shit these bitches can’t 
Fathom, I body bag em, I’m moving
Shit I Dere-Jag em

Yeah, bitch i get bread like oven delight
My nigga a demon but eat it polite 
Check out the new kicks you know it’s off-white
Always outta town consecutive flights 

Sipping Sir Davis viola I’m pulling they strings
Like I’m playing viola, stay killing these bitches
Like I got ebola, not botting my shit never needed
Payola

I’m still blowing up mentos with coca cola, diamonds different colors not talking Crayola, stay cooking these bitches don’t need no Mazola, I hop in my PJ now we in Angola 

TOONKA! 

Do serve, do percs. 
Pop the ecstasy and molly bitch. 
Roll these niggas up, like some wood, and i smoke jits. 

I’m a little thicker, than the rest of them critters. Toonka come in to come body you niggas. Pop a percocet and molly bitches. I ain’t upset at some bum ass henchmen. 

Bitch go against me, imma come in Top 2. I don’t give a fuck, what they say about you. Flaw ass bitches, ain’t hard like cocks do. Shut the club down, when i pull up it’s going down

It’s going down

CROWS IN THE SKY (feat.JADE)

HAZMAT

𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢’𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

-LYRICS-
yo btch i’m back in da boof 
and im still baby girl in da back of da coupe
dese niggas broke no cast/cash btch i give em da boot 
pretty face mean mug yeah im cute but i shoot 

uh dese loser btches always speaking bout the old days 
im tryna chill bitch don’t take me to my old ways 
bag full of blues lookin’ like I roleplay
gabanna on the heel money talkin in my dolce 

dese btches wack a hunnid i keeps it 
the gloss on my lips in the bags i sleep with
the ice talk loud blind btches gone peep it
the mink drag floors when i step hoes seasick

now a boss bitch is what i am
gotta realize w me btch ya chances is slim 
uh pockets fat but i still hits the gym 
dese hoes be two faced like da new lil kim 

how the fuck you btches girly when ya balls been dropped
btches say they run the game but the crown been copped
i’m the one they can’t stop got the keys on lock
verse icy wrist rocky whole lane been mopped

yo i got the best flow ballin where the nets go
i been bodied them tell em send the next ho
the drip cold got em skatin like its gretzko 
i plays chest but you btches quick to check though 

now who got bullied boo ya own crew bullied you 
swervin in my lane i side swipe btches hondas too
 big difference btch yk i like my hunnids blue
making btches mad laugh at em what you gone do 

btches mad mad tell em get bag bag 
and ya style fabricated tell em get they own swag 
i mean real bad btches out real sad 
killing btches fluently leave em for a body bag

BOSS ASS BITCH (REMIX)

WASSUP
NovaGalore - [Single]
℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

(You’ll love me)
(You, you-, you’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You, you-, you’ll love me)

I’m bad as fuck, they mad as fuck
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Hop in that truck, I pay ‘em dust
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You-, you-, you’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You-, you-, you’ll love me)

Pull up in that new sport
Smoked that bitch, like newport’s
Bitches on that old shit, I just be out in New York
NovaG the realest bitch, (cold as fuck)
The chillest bitch
How the fuck I still ain’t got locked up?, I’m out here killing shit
(You’ll love me, nigga, you’ll love me)
You know you just want to fuck
(Ni-, Nigga, you don’t love me)
Said he want trap bitch, told him i’m that, and a rap bitch
That bitch
Hella paper, and that’s fax, bitch

(You don’t love me)
(You don’t love me)
(You don’t love me)
(Nigga, you don’t love me)
(Nigga, you don’t love me)
(Nigga, you don’t love me)
(Nigga, you don’t love, you don’t love)
(You don’t love me, nigga, ow!)

I’m bad as fuck, they mad as fuck
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Hop in that truck, I pay ‘em dust
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You-, you-, you’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You-, you-, you’ll love me)

(Think I love you, I think I love you)
(Can’t live without you, I’ma spin about you)
I’ma pull up, and flex my wrist
Make hoes respect my bitch
Ass so fat, all the boys wanna smack, all the niggas wanna see me pop this
(Me and you, me and you, ‘til the end of time)
I make yo nigga spend his money, fuck I look like spending mine
Please don’t waste my time, I’m too busy for the bull-shit
If you thought yo man was gone pass me up?, You’s a fool, bitch

I’m bad as fuck, they mad as fuck
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Hop in that truck, I pay ‘em dust
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
Yeah, that’s wassup, (yeah, that’s wassup)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You-, you-, you’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You’ll love me)
(You-, you-, you’ll love me)

WASSUP

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