THE REAL SC GWORLZZZ

Sarah Parker (Feat. Musè)

Pressure X Kari X Nova X Vibe X RB

(INTRO) You know my body niggah , you know my body niggah , you know my body niggah , you know my body niggah 



(VERSE) Guess i gotta let em know these hoes aint on the pedestal bitches must b high they biting off me like a edible all up on my body i dont want him nigga federal not yo other bitches babe yk that im incredible A-town hottie blonde with some thick thighs tattos and ha body smoking like a crack pot nickname dolly but i think she go by purco and if you aint popping bands she wont let you in the circle bitch im with yo nigga always got em on the weekend bitch acting hard but they really on the weak end  bitch i am the future you can call me misses freebandz purco had to wake these bitches up cause yall was sleepin bitch im the shit i mean look at my fit i mean he call me stalli cause the way i ride the dick i mean i make em sick i know bitch you cant go where i go you must be on some another shit but you aint popping purco a-twon hottie body banging wit the tattoos myx mascoto wit my bitches pussy ate in van couv feet up on the dash oh yea baby now im feeling good sipping on my fanta remi in the back rolling woods i got the juice bitch you must be stupid  here to stay like pen you get erased you number 2 bitch hottie blonde with some thick thighs tattos and ha body smoking like a crack pot nickname dolly but i think she go by purco and if you aint popping bands she wont let you in the circle hottie blonde with some thick thighs tattos and ha body smoking like a crack pot nickname dolly but i think she go by purco and if you aint popping bands she wont let you in the circle 

(OUTRO)
You know my body niggah , you know my body niggah , you know my body niggah , you know my body niggah You know my body niggah , you know my body niggah , you know my body niggah , you know my body niggah

Mybody (Prod. KeonAmiri)

PROD. KEON AMIRI

[CHORUS]
YOU A B.O.Y. ‘CAUSE (B)ITCH, I (O)WN (Y)OU
I GET A BAG, I DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN’T DO
YOU CAN’T PRONOUNCE THE DESIGNER UP ON MY CUSTOM SHOE
YOU CAN BARELY GET HIS DICK UP, I GOT HIS FUCKIN’ BALLS BLUE

[VERSE 1]
YOU A BOY, BITCH, YOU’RE MANLY, I AIN’T SEEIN’ NO FEMME
YOU BROKE AS FUCK, WALLET EMPTY, I AIN’T SEEIN’ NO Ms
YOU THINK YOU MAKIN’ ME SICK, BUT I AIN’T SEEIN’ NO PHLEGM
MY TAYLOR/TAILOR ON SWIFT, GET BACK TO STITCHIN’ MY HEMS
DENIM VON DUTCH MINI SKIRT LIKE I’M ALEX CONSANI
YEAH, MY PUSSY PH BALANCED, YOU BE GIVIN’ DASANI
ASS AND TITTIES HALF MY WEIGHT, WAIST SYNCHED, BODY SCRAWNY
NYLON BAG IS PRADA, AND THIS SILK TOP ARMANI

[VERSE 2]
BET YOU HOES NEVER THOUGHT I’D TOUCH A JERK BEAT
STEP YO’ COOKIES RIGHT ON UP, I AIN’T FEELIN’ NO HEAT
YOU MY FUCKIN’ SON, GOTTA PUT YO’ ASS IN A CAR SEAT
TRY TO GO AGAINST ME, I’LL HAVE YO’ ASS ON THE CONCRETE
BE SO FUCKIN’ SERIOUS, YOU BITCHES IS DELIRIOUS
I MOTHERED SO HARD, MUST BE WHY I MISSED MY PERIOD
EASILY KICKIN’ BITCHES OUT THEY SPOTS, I’M TALKIN’ OFF THE GRID
ALWAYS GON’ BE THE FINAL GIRL, I’M TALKIN’ GAME OF SQUID, BITCH

[OUTRO]
YOU A WEAK ASS MOTHAFUCKIN’ BOY, BITCH! GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE, LIKE…

B.O.Y.

KNOCKOUT
NovaGalore - [Single] [Original Song - "KNOCKOUT" by YUNGIN]
℗ 2023 NovaGalore

He like what’s yo name baby? I shot my cash-app to 'em
Gucci fucked up my order, I sent them bags back to 'em
He stay dropping them racks and i run track right thru 'em
Ain’t doing too much to get to his drawls, I jus laugh right thru em
I got that wet wet, boy you want that?
Pull that dick out, I'ma throat that
Girl yo recent pics look a mess, why the fuck would did post that?
Booty fat, he tryna grope that
Ho stop rapping, I ain't finna promote that
If her song sound like nova’s, you already know who wrote tht
(Mwah)
Put me on ya lap and ima bounce it up n down boa
Thought you had a chance wit Nova? Huh, you's a clown boa
I be having them thug niggas making them sex sounds boa
But ion take 'em serious, I play 'em like a soundboard
Hit it, nigga don’t quit it
Hit me up if you got a million dollars in ya back account
These trashy hoes I'm takin out
Knew you bitches wasn’t real, all these bitches faking out
I like it when its deep inside me
Boa don’t ever take it out
Hey
Cut off ya ho, she can’t compare
Pay fa nails, toes and hair
Hey lil bitch, take you a seat
Matter fact, lemme grab you a chair
Got the boys like “Who dat right there”
Real tight fit, niggas love what I wear
Hoes be talking a whole bunch of shit
But all they mamas be big as a bear
I  pop that (huh)
Right back (huh)
On yo lil boyfriend
But he don’t want you nomore, bitch cause you annoying
I be with Swae and Vibe, my crew? Bitch you ain’t joining
They see nova do it, now bitches wanna join in
Super super sexy, better pray yo man don’t text me
Yes I'm still high school, but you bitches don’t wanna test me
Bitch you in a hooptie, quit popping shit like you in a tessie
Had to distance myself from you bitches, all you bitches messy
Ho this beat jus knocking, knocking
And my booty popping, popping
Bitch I'm going up, up, up
And you faggots jus dropping, dropping
You might wanna quit, quit, QUIT lil mama, cause I am not stopping
Call this ho the KNOCKOUT, now which lil bitch I'm ROCKIN’?

KNOCKOUT

Lyrics:

jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)


alla that gossiping, 
cock sucking, wrist 
on neapolitan 

so pretty, i belong 
in cosmopolitan

ain’t no debate bitch 
i do not do politics 

beefing with me gone 
result in some hollow tips 


fuck hoes thought? 
that i was gone let up 

bitch you corn dog, 
don’t think you gone 
catch up 

my life’s a movie, 
directed by greta 

pig in a wig, why the
fuck would y’all pep her?


rule number one, never 
ever trust a broke hoe 

actress, tony 
baller, romo 

barbie only fuck with 
bad hoes, no homo

they know im a inspo, 
i don’t need promo 

pretty irl, i don’t 
got a bad photo 

thinking that she better
then she coo coo, cocoa

if she wanna kill herself,
i let a bitch, momo 

i ain’t letting none 
of these faggots 
breathe no more 


..gogo, yea you 
get booted 

these hoes sound 
better to me when 
they muted 

these bitches stupid
& broke, why they rapping 
designers when they can’t
afford or compute it?

pretty gang president, 
all of the baddies saluting 

a problem but, 
she the solution 

teaching these hoes, 
she can’t even be 
my substitution 

stop feeding into 
her delusion, illusion 


you know im 
mother to many 

name like any, bitch who 
ain’t pinch on my penny 

im the omega 
like kenny

like cassie im pretty,
but i do not fuck 
with diddy 

you been a fan 
like a ceili', no for 
real really 

bitch i am not 
signing titties 

all of these stones, 
like how i could i be pissy? 

you get it? bitch kidney 

these bitches my kiddy!


i got braum’s, turkey hill, 
bryers, baskin robins, talenti 

they telling T.A.L.E ‘s
they don’t the N & T 

all that coming out
your mouth, make you 
get some missing teeth 

& my money B.I.G, i can 
build a christmas tree, see? 


you don’t want smoke, 
this is a dab pen 

went against me, 
well look what
happened

i don’t gotta click up 
with no opp hoes

i don’t gotta write 
shit on the backend

if i ever wanna 
leave the rap game

let’s see how long 
these bitches lasting 

oh wait, bitches cant, 
cause they depending 
on me

so watch how all 
them hoes quit rap then


bitch im everything 
y’all aren’t

pulling cards, 
hallmark

rap better, look better, 
live better, walmart 

made em cop the blue box, 
i ain’t talking pop tart  

wonder where i be,
bitch im sitting at
the top part 


& i stay bitches 
heads like a top knot

i been hot since 
ice cream & hopscotch

they only play your
songs at the chop shop

i told that nigga eat
the pussy like it’s hot pot


vanilla bean, mint chip, 
chocolate, strawberry 

blue bell, blue bunny, 
häagen-dazs, ben & jerry 

i don’t think bitches 
get what time it is, military 

i’m killing careers hoe, 
obituary, cemetery 

washing bitches, 
sanitary 

bitches know 
im legendary 

say my name three 
times, that’s a barbie 
bloody mary

maybe i should go 
carry (carrie) 

heavn with the 
burberry

pull up in the
butternut & the guts 
on cherry


wrist on road-rocky,
that’s just swarovski

cartier, tiffany, 
van cleef, bvlgari

i can’t be around 
too many gays,
y’all clocky

would diss you 
back, but you
don’t go the moxie


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but i don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup) 


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)

Ice Cream (Solo Version)

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

ScoreBoard

Lyrics:

peruvian bundles,
fur straight from 
the jungle

bitch i am the best 
so why the fuck 
would i be humble? 

get ready to rumble,
bitches still my 
son though

told him eat the cookie
out the box like it’s
crumble (2x)


i’m the one you
ain’t even two

bitch i win, you
always gone lose

bitches know that
barbie the shit 

so they always 
do what i do

i do not put on 
no foot locker boo

you can’t walk a mile
in my shoes

i’m the reason all of 
these fags had the
courage to hop in 
the stu

*oop*

but these bitches 
bum though

but i got these 
bundles 

bitches always 
tryna be like me

but bitches 
unknown

get that cake, 
that funnel, pussy
wet like puddles 

nigga give me cash
so i can dip, don’t 
wanna cuddle


peruvian bundles,
fur straight from 
the jungle

bitch i am the best 
so why the fuck 
would i be humble? 

get ready to rumble,
bitches still my 
son though

told him eat the cookie
out the box like it’s
crumble

PERUVIAN BUNDLES

ERKA- HARDY2/BOSS

Nonstop
NovaGalore - [Single]
℗ 2023 NovaGalore

Bitch I'm, sliding in a Drop-top, with my hands up
Acting a fool with my girls, they can't stand us
I stay fly all the time, bitch I'm Prancer
He calling my phone Nonstop, I can't answer

Huh, damn, nigga, get the fuck off my belt
I'm kicking it wit my girls, don't care 'bout how you feel
And baby-girl fuck yo opinion about me
Cause little do you know, yo boyfriend spinnin' about me
Bitch, how the fuck you runnin' shit, with them busted ass shoes
Walk thru, with a big purse and a attitude
You's a lunatic, you're de-lu-lu, you's a wack-a-doo
Sorry boo, in between my legs, is where I had yo dude
Then I had him, sending me good-morning texts
Start rubbin' on his chest, now we having morning sex
He don't want you forreal, he use you for oral sex
Bitch, I got so many hunnids, it just don't make no sense
See, I'm the one that's bakin' shit, I'm the one that's getting cake
You the one that's letting niggas get the pussy any-day
Here, take yo nigga, he can't slang dick anyway
Anyways, ain't no bitch better than me in any way
He a fine nigga, I'm a sexy girl, we go together
Took a bae-cation, to somewhere with some colder weather
Got him out that jam, he like, damn bae, you so clever
Niggas steady cheesin' in my face, but ain't got no cheddar
Hardest in the city, ain't no other way to be
And when they ask who the boss, don't say nobody else but me
Told him he can't eat this pussy, he like, damn, baby please
Put my hand in his face, boy don't say nun else to me

Bitch I'm, sliding in a Drop-top, with my hands up
Acting a fool with my girls, they can't stand us
I stay fly all the time, bitch I'm Prancer
He calling my phone Nonstop, I can't answer
Bitch I'm, sliding in a Drop-top, with my hands up
Acting a fool with my girls, they can't stand us
I stay fly all the time, bitch I'm Prancer
He calling my phone Nonstop, I can't answer

Yeah, I'm sitting, at Ruth Chris, no you can't do this
You can't afford this meal, bitch you just a broke bitch
He bought me new shit, I ain't have to do shit
Shitty booty bitch, maybe you should go and douche it
Nigga stop calling me bae, I just want yo fucking pape
Cartier frames on my face, you touch my shit, you getting sprayed
Never been afraid, bitch, I'm quick to pull up to yo place
Scary ass bitch, I beat her ass, now she grabbing mace
Hoes can't take this hard shit, that I represent
Boy, I'm crazy as a bitch, you don't know who you messing with
Just left the club, you can catch me at the next event
You can't get no hug, until yo motherfucking check is spent
Til yo motherfucking check is spent
You can't get no hug, until yo motherfucking check is spent
That nigga told me he wasn't feelin good, I pulled my pants down
And put this pussy in his mouth, like some medicine

Bitch I'm, sliding in a Drop-top, with my hands up
Acting a fool with my girls, they can't stand us
I stay fly all the time, bitch I'm Prancer
He calling my phone Nonstop, I can't answer
Bitch I'm, sliding in a Drop-top, with my hands up
Acting a fool with my girls, they can't stand us
I stay fly all the time, bitch I'm Prancer
He calling my phone Nonstop, I can't answer

Ahahaha
Huh
He calling my phone nonstop, I can't answer
He calling my phone nonstop, I can't answer
He calling my phone nonstop, I can't answer, Ahahaha
Mrs BossLady, Mrs BossLady, Mrs BossLady, (Ahahahauh)
And bitch we outta here
Mwah

Nonstop

A DIRECT HIT TO THE IMPOSTERS! 
#TAEMARI 
#MONTE

PLAYAAJ-IMPOSTER FT.(TAE & MONTE)

Bed-Room Tales (feat. The Girly)

$N4PBAĊĶ.m4a

Big F*cking Lee (Heavy Hitter)

PROD. CYRUSXO!

[INTRO]
HOE, I’M YO’ FATHER FIGURE

[CHORUS]
FATHER FIGURE LIKE PARENTAL
BIRTHED YOU BITCHES, ACCIDENTAL
MY FLOW SO ILL, I GO MENTAL
HOE, I’M YO’ FATHER FIGURE

[VERSE 1]
I’M AUTHENTIC, YOU SYNTHETIC
I’M A BOSS BITCH, YOU PATHETIC
I GET VIOLENT, YOU DOMESTIC
I’M THE SHIT, HOE, YOU THE SEPTIC
WHO IS THIS BITCH? I DON’T KNOW HER
YOU GO LOW, I GO LOWER
YO’ ASS GRASS, I’M THE MOWER
TALK SHIT, IT’S MORE EXPOSURE
(HA HA HA HA!)
I’MMA HAVE THESE BITCHES TOOTHLESS LIKE TINA
I’M WASHIN’ THESE HOES, YEAH, THESE BITCHES AIN’T NEVER BEEN CLEANER
I’M GENERAL TSO’S, YEAH, MY BODY IS HOT LIKE A STEAMER
WE NOT TOE TO TOE, I’M UP-AND-COMIN’, YOU A MU’FUCKIN’ DREAMER
(UH HUH, UH HUH)

[VERSE 2]
WHEN I POP OUT, I’M STUNTIN’
WHEN HE FUCK ME, HE GRUNTIN’
I’M A BAD BITCH, I’M CUNTIN’
YO’ MAN WANT ME, HE FRONTIN’
AH, YOU MAD, GET YO’ LICK BACK
(AHHH, YOU MAD!)
EAT YOU UP LIKE IT’S SHAKE SHACK
RUN YO’ ASS LIKE A RACETRACK
MAYBACH
WENT ON HIATUS BUT STILL PULLIN’ NUMBERS
DIRTY BITCHES GOOD FOR NOTHIN’, EATIN’ UP DICK LIKE CUCUMBERS
YO’ MUSIC SO BORIN’, THAT SHIT ‘BOUT TO SEND ME INTO SLUMBER
I’M TOPPIN’ ALL OF THESE CHARTS, THESE BITCHES BUBBLIN’ UNDER
ONE-HIT WONDERS

[OUTRO]
HOE, I’M YO’ FATHER FIGURE
HOE, I’M YO’ FATHER FIGURE

Father Figure

Lyrics:

if you get it then 
you get it

rag a nigga about
them riches

steady shitting on 
these bitches 

from head down
 to my tennis

all these records 
breaking records

tell em put barbie 
in guinness 

if we start it 
then we finish 

that’s just how 
we handle business 


if you get it then 
you get it

for me everyday
is christmas

like a stamp he
wanna lick it

told him “it’s gone 
cost a ticket”

president of pretty 
gang, i’m only fucking
with bad bitches


way too futuristic 
to be anybody’s 
twitter meme

asked me what
i’m on & i told them 
bitches “bigger things”

bigger net, bigger
means, bigger crown, 
bigger rings 

flow nasty, chitterlings

turn a bitch into
smithereens 


i really do’s it

popping tags,
i’m who’s it

benz pussy, you 
can’t afford it up 
in that fusion

big difference 
between me & you,
it’s no confusion

big duffy just 
to put the margiela
shoes in


Brand New heel
Schiaparelli with the gold tips
bitch you not a doll you got 
to be fucking joking they 
don’t get the picture so 
why is these bitches posing 
always bout a buck yeah 
bitch I’m stacking my tokens 

I stay out the box they jacking 
cause bitch  I’m popping stay 
killing these bitches just wait 
for the shit I’m dropping I’m 
the blueprint they watch
and they study often got 
to be the drugs I’m better lil 
bitch you lost it 

I pull up in that’s something 
pink probably the porche 
or we up in the brinks 
barbie w barbie tf 
did you think iced out 
the cuban baguettes 
on my links 

Bitch I’m too
pretty hoe 
get off my titty
they vision too 
blurred these 
bitches can’t see
me my niggas 
they love me 
they never gone
leave me you know
it come natural I do 
it too easy 
 
it dont matter 
what it cost 
cause we 
don’t look at 
tag staurt 
weisman
on the heel 
Valentino 
on the bag 

Imma finish 
her amex we 
do not limit 
her shoe game 
real sinster 
I body all  these 
bitches yeah
 jennifer 
 

it’s barbie on barbie,
not sorry, pull up in 
that rari, & fuck up a 
bag up in marni 

ask anybody, hoe 
they know my body, 
i been on this shit way 
before i could potty 

ill little mami, the life 
of the party

she probably in the back 
popping  that molly 

i keep a stick, im not 
talking bout pocky 

hilfiger it out, im not 
talking bout tommy 


sipping seagrams 
ginger ale, finna shut
 down bloomingdale’s 

tryna get that new 
coco chanel & that 
karl lagerfeld 

cover of the magazine, 
the only time i take a elle

load the magazine,
if they get to bugging
me, & repel


shout out my mexicano’s,
you know they move
that blanco

he wearing ferragamo,
while i’m dripping 
galliano

he said “you badder 
than them bitches” &
i told him “i know”

don’t do nothing
stupid, cause we’ll spin 
your block just like a vinyl


but no for real nigga

i’m like where the
fuck my sushi, where
my eel nigga

you can’t be my
baby if your pockets
lil nigga 

i’m like “who these
bitches?” 

like the ville nigga


bitch i’m popping, 
tags i’m popping

so much shit up
in my closet

bitch i’m always 
gonna win, there is
not another option 

anyway, i got options,
these diamonds could
start a auction

ain’t directed, ain’t
respected, just give 
me my damn deposit


if you get it then 
you get it

rag a nigga about
them riches

steady shitting on 
these bitches 

from head down
 to my tennis

all these records 
breaking records

tell em put barbie 
in guinness 

if we start it 
then we finish 

that’s just how 
we handle business 


if you get it then 
you get it

for me everyday
is christmas

like a stamp he
wanna lick it

told him “it’s gone 
cost a ticket”

president of pretty 
gang, i’m only fucking
with bad bitches

FINISH

TAÉ MONROE - Chinese Ink 墨

Lyrics:

barbie chain, tell em 
“ice my kiss”

need a weight class
belt how im making hits

man these bitches
aint really cut like a nick

new york knicks, 
i ball while you 
on the bench bitch


to keep it real, 
im the draft pick

made that nigga
gimme neck on 
some giraffe shit

then i gotta book
a show, scholastic

that trash shit you
dropped, need to 
trash it 


i hit up JD,
the wrist on AP

then chase to 
morgan, the only JP

make straight jackets
gay, im really crazy 

so bob or just weave,
im dunking amy

no dunking KD,
that’s kevin

i think im bouta count
about a millie or eleven

& as for my top,
it’s marc jacobs 
HEAVN

i said from the
get go, they never
gonna get it 

(get it?)


now im in vogue

im in that mode

margiela coat
& it’s not even cold

im going rogue

i put the cherry 
on the la mode

teeny waist, hip 
ratio, body goals

POSE.. 


somebody TELL 
her to PRAY

get the fuck up
off that high horse

bitch you a nay

i put bitches on
the ground when
they trying to play

1 letter, 1 number
then im flying away


my bags from bergdorf 

my wrist on smirnoff 

his pockets ain’t on,
that is a turn off 

pull out the pink thing, 
i’m finna skirt off 

my aura so hot,
he took his shirt off

im a lethal weapon,
like where is murtaugh

if i eye da hoe,
you get it murtaugh?

then ima go off,
& take my purse off

“wait she not even 
worth it” 

that’s right you soft!


look at her face,
watch her

copy that, copy
that, roger

i see why she ain’t
let me get up on a
track with her cause
i was gone wash her

bitch it’s too late,
you lost her

don’t even respond
cause you lost her

bitch you my son,
matter fact daughter,
not biological, foster!

ICE MY KISS

WIFEY TURNED WIDOW ! 👰🏽‍♀️🖕🏽💍 STANDING ON BUSINESS! S.O.B.👠🦵🏼

THE REAL SC GWORLZZZ

B A D