me and my bitches look like “who is that girl ?” !

Musè - FUCK I LOOK LIKE (LOL)

(prod. cottoncandycaleb x 808xanny)

Lyrics:

self centered. cut like that, 
i come different. 
bitches know im high priestess,
especially the day i son bitches.

no church bitch i get chicken.
no popeye, i get spinach.
spend it on designer vintage.
anything i want i get it.
any hoe block ima spin it.

lil hoe my windows is tinted.
your whole whip is rented.
drop 50 i am the lieutenant.

shoot her like movies, i clip it.
cut like that i snip it, &
when that bitch rap it’s so crickets.

pulled up in a ranger, henry she’s in danger!
that thing? she’s a stranger.
the game, im gone change her.

quick with it, versatility.
quick with it, that’s agility.

you ain’t that bitch that’s why you ain’t feelin me. you ain’t that bitch
 & that’s why you stealin me.

how you hoes weak as fuck & y’all killin me? 
you did the utter most 
& you still ain’t me.

wonder why i blew up? it’s the skill in me.
why all them bitches fake? 
it’s the real in me.

these bitches thinking that they fly.
it’s time to swat something? 
my niggas run up in your house 
like they swat or something.

out of everybody, 
that bitch want smoke? she on pot or something. 
if you ain’t shittin lil hoe, 
get up off the pot or something. 

to stunt, on bitches.
you know, it’s nothing.

you gotta, push numbers, 
to push, my buttons.

out of all these rap hoes, mattel 
is the go-to.
im just a fish, raw bitch up at nobu.
she tried to collab with me i said no boo.
how she gone try to beef & she brought tofu?

you faggots ain’t in the “stu” for real.
come up out the closet.
only time i get checked is when i get that deposit.

been told her she ain’t the sign, 
i told that lil bitch stop it. 

you rapper bitches is my offspring, 
sign my name & dot it!

he fly me to london like lauren, 
i got that nunu (new new) pussy.
her cat travel to elderly acres, she got that nona pussy.

& ain’t nobody even known her pussy, 
her bars washed up! 
think you need to soap the pussy.

bitch i am that girl, she is not that girl.

me & my bitches look like..
who is that girl? 
2k the only time you ever sat girl. 

don’t think you sit because 
you faking stats girl.

nigga gimme my money, 
gimme my cut. she talkin cut? 
she can get cut! 

shoutout bahama bitch 
i get my bucks. 
bitches ain’t up, now bitches stuck!

fake hoes. so? bitch i get,
 real money.

bitches acting funny, guess what?
im getting real money.

bitch you getting 
flipping burgers off the grill money!

but that’s okay! you just a lil bitch
getting lil money.

he wanna feel up on this booty.
i told him go buy me some 
balenci x (vibram) heeled toed booties.

bitches wanna do me! same time 
trying outdo me.

but you flopped, & you still ain’t gone pop 

BITCH (DUMMY)

PoP! (Real Money)

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)

INTRO:
telfar or the birkin on the lock
30 bands in my hand or the world gone stop
Niggaasss
on my top, nigga hop off cock
swea 2 god onna bitch imma TEN, u a chop

yo, name a nigga I ain’t better than!
name a bitch, point em out wit ya severed hand. And ho , 10 outta 10 THEY BE MEGA FANS. u bitches blowed like the spot talking taliban 


U BITCHES BLOWED ! 🤣

LYRICS:
ugly HOES playing dress up in my old wear
my lingo and my skin and my old hair
ya bitches thru, ass torn and ya hole tear 
she rapping BIG but that bitch don’t even GO HERE!

LOSER, LAME ASS BITCHES AINT POPPIN!
that shit hoes chatter, yuck mouth BREATH ROCKIN. 

fuck around and find out HO, who KNOCKING
treat EM like Sam, but the butter inna stocking

that’s my gift 2 u HO
and my life that u wrote
yeah u study me badly 
u living thru me it show

bitch I see u so mad them fake hearts ain’t low
envious but when I post… bet that dick gone grow

real bitches know the vibes and the message
bitch u so mad from my voice and my presence. 

Ho u INNA FIELD, but in the field HO U BEGGING! 

NIGGA BENNA CLOWN, On Ronald. NO REAGAN 

BITCH I BEEN PRETTY
ON OR OFF with the MAKEUP!
BLAND ASS BITCH , I suggest u get ya cake up! 

Oh I GET IT now it’s not me, u a HA TER! 
And I’m still fuckin ONNAT nigha when we break up!

U DUMB FUCK

bet that nigha spend em bands like a DUMB slut. 
And I ain’t lying, face deep in my whole BUTT. 
and yeah I got this crazy feeling in my whole gut. that i be spending DUMBY cash yeah I go nuts 

keep them subs inna back fuck a ho mention
bitches want me out the seat, got u hoes wishing. Like Rosa, cross the legs while a ho dissing. Sitting pretty, tunnel vision AINT no competition


BLOWED!

BLOWED!

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)

STUPID ft. The Girly (SlugMix)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK! (Lyrics) 🎀

HOOK (PBBP) 


(Verse 1)

pretty bitches bang pink
pink walls and pink cars

got bitches throwing shots, 
but they missing, it’s a free throw!

got porches in the lot, 
drop top, with my feet up! 

got barbies out the box, 
pink pumps, & glitter lipgloss

dangerous..

pretty bitch, 
that’s dangerous

cant fuck with no lame, no i 
cant fuck with no lame bitch

pink cars go zoom, 
fast and the furious

got these thotties mad, 
oh these bitches fast & furious

get it?

HOOK (PBBP)


(Verse 2)

fuck that weak diss, i drill shit. 
that pink shit gone kill shit. 

that shaquille o’neal shit, 
ball on a bitch like cannon. 

my bitches dipped in margielas, 
got these niggas in they feelings

got these bitches in they feelings, 
tell these hoes get out they feelings!

stay the night? shit, i might!
catching flights in the morning.

pink jets, pink seats, 
that bum bitch can’t afford it.

big boobs, pink bras, 
yes, my hair pink too!

he like:  “do you think the 
world revolves around you?” 

I GUESS I DO!

i’m the main topic, im poppin’ 
claim she fish, bitch you flopping

these bitches tryna be remi, 
but bank account steady falling

beat her ass like i’m kamikaze, no paparazzi, 
everything that this bitch do, these hoes gone copy!

HOOK (PBBP)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK!

two lil remixes for yall , ENJOY! *listen with headphones*

Mattel-Strawberry Shortcake (Remix)
& 21 Savage- No Opp Left Behind (Remix)


LYRICS|
(STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE)
how the fuck she the “main shooter” but don’t got the aim to shoot ?
  and I’m cuttin thru the middle ,Margiela Tabi the boot


I’m all bout my triple baguettes you can’t be no plain Jane it ain’t the same thang 


I’m so artisté, ur a pencil, I’m super steadyhand,I think she needed a stencil! 


I’m always flossing like a dental , and u bitches needed guidance I think u needed parental . 


Telly on my bag, these bitches cannot rap, Burberry on my ass. my shit so fat AH! 


these broads in my dms like vcious don’t diss me tho! I’m rocking blonde hair it’s really hard to miss me ho


(guiseppe heel)




(NO OPP LEFT BEHIND)
i spit so ill, krista cook couldnt do it better my m.o is to never sleep & always do it better! 


these bitches always ki'ki'ing like i wont drop a hit on em , their motto is to stir the pot until somebody feeling em.


yall think yall hate me now dont let these bundles be brazillian, they tryna cop the shit i got but they dont have no millions.


i had to shut em down , descendants, coalition. we dont start no shit, we just sit back we be chillin.


laughin at theseboys cause they know they flow aint. Chanel bag with the shoes just for quick frame. i stay on point bitch. show "the voice" bitch


   R.I.P to the goat Cameron Boyce bitch. 


pretty bitch way i walk way i talk. served em on a platter, use a pistol or a fork?


multi-platinum, that shit is not a hoax, screamin "NO OPP LEFT BEHIND ", nigga we gon kill em all. 


my wrist so cold, borderline anemic.
 if you turn ur head around youd see my diamonds gleaming .


 im so angelic, exorcism for the demons, when i say im killing shit believe it, i l mean it.


pop it back, yoyo
on a stick, pogo


im mentioned in the comments 
when they see me guess its " bro bro" im all up in my prada wear


but they dont know i tote hoe, wonder where my gun is at?. its in my miu miu tote yo.

PoP! (Real Money)

Barbie (Mattel)

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