(Prod. Black) 🩰

Lyrics :

best believe if im up the mix
then im getting checks.

best believe if that’s my bitch 
then im not gone fuck with her ex!

oh what’s the nigga name? 
don’t it start with a x?

& when that nigga left your ass
you was begging in text.

but never mind that shit,
im chillin in cabanas.

cut the wig, cut the ACT
bitch you not hannah MONTANA!

you’re just a boy with naps,
your music makes us nap.

all that cap in your rap,
& your teeth has a gap.

time for a FAT, bitch on the list.
put the S on her chest with a fucking LISP!

don’t you gotta go attend to some chips & dip?

im the ONLY BARBIE, 
& your songs get a SKIP!

think she bad like michael, 
but that isn’t what the kors say.

that bitch got no money,
but that isn’t what the chorus say.

bitch you do not ball, you play the bench,
that’s what the court say.

bitch im in the back with the bakers man, 
playing patty cake!


(HOOK)

everybody cant rap find a PLAN B!

she wanna be me, gone & find another PLAN.. B!

bitches is my daughters, i should’ve PLAN B’D!

im on your head, i wash you bitches, like some PANTENE!


insufficient funds, 
bitch that card is not valid.

all about my greens,
now go get my cobb salad.

the wrist is wonderland, 
that’s just because im alice. 

& im the flyest bitch,
cause i got hella talents.


you can be the don, 
but i black on beats like don-da.

ima be on the top FOREVER,
that’s like WAKANDA!

only thing that’s seeing me,
is them 0’s & them commas.

bitch i am the BOMB, 
they call me barbie OSAMA!


Osama Bin Laden, Mattel BEEN Barbie.

Chloé on my feet, like Francesca Capaldi.

do y’all get it? the girl from dog with the blog.

like.. cmon, CMON!


bitch my body HIGH, 
bitch my body body SMOKIN!

i get the cheese by the Chuck E,
but there’s no damn token.

my bad i slept on your raps, 
now i am awoken.

im a Brand, im a Logo.. hehe, SLOGAN!


fuck wrong with these bitches, 
im not fucking with these bitches.

im the CAPTAIN, 
that’s the way it CRUNCH,
 im crunching on these bitches.

wait im lunching on these bitches.

*laughs* .. yo, lemme- check this out, check this out..

im made for this, 
& you’re a maid for this.

i mean you do this shit for free
 & i get paid for this.

& i hear you bitches dissing,
but y’all PAID for this.

& the remix you wanted to get on,
i was asked to, i wasnt paid for this.

debit card blacker than my MIU MIU
patent leather boot.

heard your fucking music,
& that shit is boo boo, boo 

you get on the stage,
& they tell your stupid ass boo.

now you realize that im the hottest 
& we’ll never be cool.

but that money hella beaucoup.

y’all know what beaucoup means in New Orleans?

that means a lot, in case you was stupid.

ok? yo!

(CLOSER) 

bitch look at my money, 
bitch look at the bundle.

bitch look at these inches,
bitch look at these bundles.

bitch you are my baby,
bitch look at the bundle.

features only time you buzzin, 
B(EE) you do not BUMBLE.

BITCH! & that’s how the cookie crumble,
& that’s how the ball fumble.

& you dusty ass bitches 
like a tumble.. WEED!

PLAN B

what the fuck these bitches didn’t get?
rap bitches more cap, than a fitted get
im the one and only that’s sick
im the one that come harder than a erect dick

look
fuck you and your feelings too
closet got more alpacas than a feeding zoo
look
got more shoes to my feet into
that’s chanel bags matching perfume too

spittin more game that a referee 
oh how im so sick way they blessing me 
wait looking at time and it’s 333
got more bens on me than tinashe

im S L U
DOUBLE G
Penn Badgley
rap girls steal my lines 
like they stealing coke, sadly
bitches get a little buzz
then feel like bee
me? i been up 
im so Blake lively 
i get so masc 
on the mic 
let me call up ski
i put the blast on the mic
like Tyson Be 

know some niggas that’ll shoot like cupid for me 
that’s why tha back n forth is really stupid to me 
hatin bitches came together and grouped it like coupons
who’s that bitch still standing n spittin, while you gone

LET ME!


(ROSALIA)


Laugh at That

girls been in the back
where rosa at
i get more money 
than 50’s album track 
I pull more strings 
than guitars in rap
that’s why these bitches can’t fuck with me 
celibate fact 

fuck they thought i would just sit up here 
you won’t survive another year
washed up and the tub is there
never chicken but
can I get someeeeeeee Louisiana Grub in here 

(Hahahahahhaa)
mocking you

sick spot like chicken pox
cannot take mine 
bitches ain’t got my craft
they cannot take mine 
like they tryna kidnap tori
cannot take my shine
who you know spit heat 
pop reggaton beat
ya name
AINT next to mine 
Fuck the DateLine

BIZ-NESS

Nardo Wick - Demon Mode & Fan Hoes (Remix)

Lyrics:

(Diva Mode)

automatically, they mad at me

im balling they ain’t catching me

these bitches got me itching, 
think they better get to scratching me

scratch off, lotto bitch
im bigger than latto bitch

wonder how many bitches mad at me?
i say lotta bitches

& i got lotta riches

that’s like 1k on margiela, 
spent like 1k on margiela

beretta inside of beretta 

don’t nobody do it better

got mccartney, i got stella 

make more blue than green & yellow

that mean i get more cake than ana (mae)
bitches say “may” like they ella (mai)

you get shot on the clock lil bitch, 
& you got 24 seconds for your career end

& you wonder why they like me 
cause i don’t follow trends.


(Fan Bitches)


all this ice cream on my wrist,
im wondering where the dibs at?

top spot, dibs that
top spot did that, dig that

said she was the best 
she done fibbed that

click clack, everything i rap 
bitch i live that

heard im bubbling,
heard im starting to fizz that

heard im on they ass,
but i ain’t never fist that

keep telling you broke bitches
to fix that

if you was my bitch,
i would’ve broke you off like kit kat 


it’s the don blonde, 
margiela, marc jacobs on

bitches ducking like them ponds,
bitches shopping at that pawn

bitch i get that bread,
but ain’t no carbs going in my tum

fire out my tongue,
yes im spitting fire out my tongue..

catch it!

body like jennifer,
& im getting checks bitch

im so blessed bitch,
why would i worry bout the next bitch?

all up on they clavical bone,
im on they necks bitch

knowing im the flyest,
tell my kids don’t leave the nest bitch


excuse me, i lost it bitch
wait, i win the game & you lost it bitch

put a dot on your face,
cindy crawford bitch

everytime i mix it up, 
she get softer bitch!

Diva Mode/Fan Bitches

(Prod. Zoowe)

Lyrics:


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x


(Verse 1)

i don’t gotta spell it out 
to know that bitches wanna be me

you ain’t buzzing,
cause you steady tryna be me

& even after the b, 
you couldn’t see me

i got bars bitch,
they screaming free me


now this that new brand,
now this that brand new

now bitch you NOT me,
aint talking bantu 

im playing boys
for the cartier 
out in cancun 

swear they cant 
stand you, but on 
the low they just stan you


money flat stanley

you my daughter,
should’ve plan b’d

get my funds
then i dip, i aint talking 
bout the candy

you been doing
 this for too long, 

we don’t wanna
 hear that granny

gotta transition 
my style, i aint talking
bout no tranny 


ahhhh wrist cold, big bur,
get the big fur

these sesame street bitches 
looking like that big bird

he wanna fuck,
i asked him 
“ are your pockets big sir?”

“ & can you fly me out to cali, 
up on big sur? “


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x


(Verse 2)

everytime im on the beat,
i cut up, bitch i slaughter that

everything i do, bitches wish that 
they’d have thought of that

bitch i ball…. quarterback 

if hip hop was dead, 
best believe i brought it back


they tell me get her, 
then ima go get her

i get that money,
bitch im a go getter 

aint gotta talk about 
who do it better 

go ask they the audience,
they say “mattela!”

dior top, skirt, &
the boots are margiela 

i shake it up,
i been had it like bella 

still rap bitch terror, 
im taking they fellas,
they still got vendettas,
whatever, whatever.

im the only barbie, 
im the only mogul,
im the only camp bitch 

i already told you!

my drive is so crazy, 
all you bitches getting totaled

bitch i ball.. dragon z,
super saiyan blonde
like im goku


what you know bout that knwls?

& what you bitches know 
bout that gcds?

& what you bitches know,
bout being the best

now where the starch,
cause you corn 
& you still pressed!


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x

Obsession

Pushing Pens

SALTY FT NOVAGALORE

HEADER

Vain 1993

- He know I’m a star, cause I stay rocking Milan 
- I do not fuck with with snakes, the Birkin bag is python 
- They say that he a player well Nigga this one a con
- Vain 1993, a pin up barbie in Blonde

- Im shopping with my nigga and I’m maxing
- My pockets on them Pringles my chips stacking
- These bitches play the back I’m chiropracting
- These bitches say they balling but need waxing 

- pull up on that white beach with my shades on and my toes out 
- Im known as a gold digger,  I pop out then then the hoes out
- Diss me and hate me but bitches still got no clout
- Fake beefing and ass kissing I’ll see the top on my own route 

- Getting there with out no Doubt
- Nigga asking me what’s good
- Pulling up like I worked out
- Now I’m flexing Vivienne west wood

- He want it need her
- eye me selener
-  sweet like caffeine, pussy coco he cream her

Vain1993

different (BSTARMIX)

I don’t even know this bitch why would I beef with her!


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different (BSTARMIX)

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