How tf u so vicious wit them girls disses HELLOOOO OKAYYY

Lyrics:

let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


corny ass bitch,
with your corny
ass flows

with your corny 
dhgate, with your
corny ass clothes

i wanna hop
up out the rolls 

with my pockets
full of rolls

these bitches 
know how this 
shit bout to go


i win the gold,
gabby tease 

winning streak,
know these rap 
bitches mad at these 

dropped moodboard
bitches ain’t said a thing 

bitch talking bout designer, 
never had a piece


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


they know i shut
this shit down

you ain’t the one,
your career on countdown

break any rapper bitch
down like a pound 

i brought the barbie
shit to soundcloud

that means you hoes
just got to bow down

bitch go clean my 
mother fucking crown

everybody want 
mattel sound

bunch of lost hoes
what i found


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


Pull up in something that’ll piss of PETA
Don’t give a fuck unless it’s about the
Velveeta
Need a lil money? That’s too bad
Nanana boo boo, wouldn’t wanna be ya’

What i got on now, gotta roll your tongue when you say it,
You don’t wanna talk money, You a bum and you save up,
And my name? man you gotta be dumb if you say it
Cause I attach the MAC and the drum when i spray it

Popping these percs like an addict, We don’t wear remy or plastic
Bitches is tragic
It was “Ah-ha! Ah-ha!” but now bitches ain’t doing that laughing

Pockets digornio, lotta cheese, lotta dough boy
Leave this shit to a pro boy,
Cause all that popping up all unexpected, get you killed baby—pro choice 

I’m such an actress, my life is a movie
Who gon’ tell brian to stay out the stewie?
These bitches wanna B. me like they Junie
Frosted Flakes and the pebbles on my wrist stay fruity

It’s a stick up, stick up
(These bitches whack and they bummy)
It’s a stick up, stick up
(I’m getting racks, getting money)


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


still living like
london tipton 

pulled up in that pink coupe 
with the ceiling missing

call peta, cause 
i’m bout to beat
brian griffin

ima kill ‘em like
i’m freddy on 
the count like benson

looks, body, money, talent 
they gone know the difference

how the fuck you so vicious
with them girly disses?

know these bitches
want a jeanie, how they
keep on wishing

that they gone surpass me,
hoe you gotta be kidding 


like ki on that, 
bitch ki on that

only good for 
some beats bitch
ki on that 

first life suck so 
second life you be on that 

but fuck it, i aint
even gone get into that


my flows a biscuit,
short of a picnic 

aint talking pancakes,
get to the bis-quick

i skate like ripstick’s

your songs get crickets 

bitch i go stupid,
like im autistic 

materialistic,
i’m narcissistic

so futuristic,
they not on this shit

& win is a must 
like under arm pits 

i’m barbie, where’s midge?
cause you not a smidge bitch


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down

SHUT DOWN (feat. Malibu Way)

WITH EASE FT SAHTIVA

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

MUSÈ & Barbie - Features

FW A DOLL FT MALIYAH

1 & A MILLION FT KAJO

Facts (Teaser)

(The Girly’s Verse)

He want a ‘Supa G’
I’m the supa who could be
Bitch, I hit the lotto (Latto)
Pause!
I ain’t talkin’ Supa Peach
I ain’t the Batwoman, nigga
I’m flyin’ higher, i’m richer, bitches is Pryor
And oops, I meant they tired
I can be your supa girl if you let me save you
Cut off all yo bitches & just let me be yo main boo
Want my happy ever after, only wanna be with you
We get home, ouu, put this pussy on your face too

SUPAGRL FT THE GIRLY

Lyrics: 

when they sleep they think about me i’m a dream killer 
no competition wit these bitches dey ain’t seen iller 
always standin on business guess that’s why dey seat fillers 
they could never outdo me guess that’s why they be bitter 

anyways you see i’m steppin in sum fly shit 
think they losing they mind they be on high shit 
he never pickin n choosin cause im a top pick 
and bitch im the topic since i came in always been the topic 
 
im never trippin bout a nigga got a boat load 
me vs bitches an notice how they ain’t got no votes 
and when you bitches gon switch it and get cha own flow 
and she know she flopping that’s why bitches scared to post a solo 


new new new money monica
light em up like it’s hanukkah 
chockin on too much dick bitches blowin me like harmonicas 
overall so they honor ha 
what i do bitches monitor 
i’m all about financials im addin up like a auditor 


been bad since nokias and blackberries 
i think my clip got a dick all these rounds that this mac carry 
look em in the eyes when we switchin it up to missionary 
army full of hating bitches i’m revolutionary 

head game make a nigga wanna ice my throat 
s/o to botting glad i never had to price my growth 
and whatchu mean which one i want bitch i want both 
these bitches could never beat me they ain’t ever comin close 

i mean 
they not on i mean 
what im on i mean 
its to easy to carry on these bitches songs i mean 
am i wrong i mean 
get em gone i mean 
i body bitches and i do it on my own i mean 

uh bitch im really the one 
and like i said lebron 
you & bitches really my son 
and who can really rap like this you can’t compare to none 
i keep sum niggas that stay hungry got em ready to hunt 

and idgaf who they think they is wit these titles on 
bad asf in real life tell these bitches check the file ho  
bitches cannot rap on these beats that they see me ridin on 
tell er hit the booth but she ain’t even on that timin tho 

man shall i even keep going 
from the bars to the flow you bitches really be borin 
bitch married to the money we ain’t never divorcin 
and i don’t have to try so hard so this is really a warnin 

bitch i’m highest on the pedestal 
flow is so incredible 
pussy too sweet i got em high like off a edible 
they music so unbearable 
bitch i’m so uncomparable 
you bitches can’t rap always bragging bout numericals 

tyra tyra tyra tyra 
im tyra 
so tyra 
really tyra 
bitch i’m tyra

TYRA’S DIARY

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 2 - 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

[Verse 3 - 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 4 - 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 5 - 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 6 - 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)

Umbrellas (feat. Malibu Way)

OG Girly/Princess, Etc. 💒💞💕💖🎀
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