A Remix To Kodak Black’s ‘Walk’ <3 .. Enjoy.

Walk (Remix)

Da Demolition

ABIDE/FAB (Freestyle)

KUNT’BAYA

LYRICS : 

hottest bitch on soundcloud, fuck is we debating on?! 

you say I’m trash so come & bag me,

the fuck is you waiting on?? 

don’t ask me shit bout competition 

just ask who I’m skating on, 

ready to rumble for the spot just tell me who I’m taking on 

you gettin money? it don’t show yo pockets lower then low 

hit the bank in Galliano from my ass to my toe 

ain’t put no mac up on my face but this a sickenin glow 

my body’s a gift , he tryna smack this ass with a bow 

i’m sippin don, some deleon I feel exquisite 

i’m feeling like I should come and pay your nigga a visit 

I find it funny how bitches switching they sound just to be down now 

stayed up in my lane so yung kari talk of the town now 

fuck a fraud bitch I can’t respect no phony ho! 

ya bitches kiki with these girls and be cloning em on the low 

that shit be wack to me, really distracting me 

& if you talking shit it better not get back to me 

cause if it’s one thing ima do is get you bopping when this beat drop 

shorty playing stupid she could get her fuckin teeth knocked 

the way I run on tracks they think my mothafuckin feet hot! 

she’s not, seeing me! tell her let that hurt go 

bitch gotta vendetta now she acting like a hurt ho 

bitch you late to the function thought I told ya that with purco! 

she said she was badder then me bitch you must be off a perc ho! 

I can’t let a bitch know to much incase we fall out 

havin motion really my job and I can’t call out 

when I drop all my opp bitches finna crawl out

 he say he love the way I fuck i be goin all out 

im with a black blonde barbie ian talking ‘mattela’ 

i got these niggas movin funny like they walkin on shells 

i keep the trade in the back, lemme get my mack off

 pull up at the McDonald’s lemme get some mac sauce 

kari be the youngest bitch in motion gotta let bitches know it! 

20 bitches in the club & we all sippin Moët 

this cookie the coldest, ask yo nigga guarantee he know it!

Yungest B*tch In Motion

Angel & Barbie - Keep Dissing

HoodBaby & Jade - HoodRatShit

Background Bitches

Cinema (feat. Zailyn Love)

Puzzle Pieces (feat. Tae Mari)

News Flash (feat. mezni$ter)

TSR (remix) 

Uh… ah ah ah Yung Kari  

Got a hunnid problems gettin pretty never one of them 
Got a feature just to diss, bitch I was never one of them 

Bitch you got the game wrong, You got my name wrong, 
Bitch let me show you how to rap to get some plays on 

Bitch I just be skimming through these niggas like a mothafuckin phone book 
Bitch I am your mommy, go to bed or get your phone took 

Never had to beef with a bitch to go get my phone booked
 I’m a Gaming PC and you’re literally a Chrome Book 

You ain’t bout it bitch and ian never really think you was 
Nigga in a wig, bitch who the fuck did you think you was? 

That synthetic shit wrapped to tight, you ain’t thinkin CUZ 
Heard ya raps ain’t too tight, keep THINKIN cuz (Uhh) 

Margiela Boots I’m bout to show my ass off
No corona in my Future let me take my Mask Off 

He rub it say this ass soft
When I’m tense I past off 
Blow a kiss right before I blow her fucking cap off (Uhh) 

Days Long but my Days Cool, every day a new bitch I gotta chew 
I been workin hard for these Jimmy Choo’s , 
My Nigga top secret like Jimmy Woo! (Uhh) 

Ian lying bout it hoe go cry about it, (uh) if I take her Nigga she gone cry about it (uh) 
Ion wanna fight you gotta die about it (uh)
They gone step for me 
They don’t care if I’m right about it 

Tippin through the club, all my girls in the back of me 
I think I’m better then you and that’s why you tryna tackle me 

You gotta look a certain way to come and sit by me 
You can’t be black as fuck with your titties touching your knees 

This Nigga tryin bless me, like when the fuck did I sneeze? 
I’m George Floydin these bitches like when the fuck can they breathe? 

I’m just starin in the mirror
 I see why they OBSSESED with me 
Make him nut and tell him that he gotta pack it up and
 Leave, Peace, Peace 

Just ballin with the team 
I do this shit so easy do this shit up in my sleep 
They Gunnin for a bitch guess they didn’t know that I was P 
They runnin from me but it’s like they Runnin in a
Dream ..eam..Team 

Days Long but my Days Cool
 It’s bosses in the building hoe get out the room (uh) 
I see you leachin for a spot that was never for you 
Tweety Bird ass bitch, this ain’t Looney Toons (Yeah) .. Uh 

Shout out to all my Real Bad Bitches, 
Cmon 
This for all my Real Bitches 
Yeah (yeah) Yeah (uh) 
Outliving bitches, 
Outshining bitches, 
Outrapping bitches, 
Outrhyming bitches  .. 

Mona Lisa, bitches dyin from that iLL shit (Uhh)
This that iLL shit bitch take a listen (Uhh, Uhh)
Hate I had to kill her now i’m grave digging 
Call me Carmen bitch, I’m back for vengeance (mwah)

TSR (remix)

Yung Kari & Barbie - Plastic (feat. Zailyn Love) 

[Verse 1: Yung Kari]

I mean I never clique with bitches that be leeching 
Bitch ya career shitty baby gone put the bleach in 
Like Umm was you not listening to what the fuck I was teaching? Guess that’s why you starving while all of my bitches eating 

Guess that’s why you strutting in circles 
Why ya career steady hurting bitch I’m just burning these records 
My verses right like a version I’m over talking these bitches 
They never getting a word in 
I over-shine on every motherfucking thing I occur In (Uh) , (Yo)… 

Now put yo motherfucking hands up (uh, uh) 
(let me see them hands) (uh, uh) 
I mean I told these girls that playtime was over 
You ain’t get the memo go and check the pink folder 
Sipping on that boy like hot steaming Folgers 
Got ‘em straight hard like high beams & boulders 

Take a trip to the back with me, Wanna be my Nigga? 
You gotta keep it a stack with me 
I’m sick of these Donald ducks tryna motherfucking mack with me 
And if they say they racing me They in the mother fucking back of me 

High priced girls we so high priced 
Bunch-a Barbies, Pinks skirts in a high rise 
You know we just might let you hit it for the right price 
He say he want me on a platter like some white rice 

Hop up out the lamb with Mattel we look nice right? 
If he got a big (Uhh!) big bag that’s my type 
Take me on a trip to Turks & Caicos 
He love the way my tips be matching my toes 
And everytime I post a pic they say “goals” 
She love my life and she wish we could switch up the roles 
Mami get the fuck up out the whip 
Hell nah! We ain’t feeling you Touch down! 
Kari & Barbie we at the pinnacle.  

[Verse 2: Zailyn Love] 

If you gotta lot of ass, put them hands up. 
And if you gotta lot of cash, put them bands up. 
I got way more mansionz, than marilyn. 
So damn rich, you would think i was a veteran. 

Said what i said (word)
 meant what i meant (uh-huh) 
pink benz truck & it came with a tint. 
I don’t repent (mm) 
I don’t resent (yo you hear dat shit?) 
well may i present (yung zee) - 

Diamonds is dancing, Thicker than timmy bandsome. 
My nigga really handsome, Bitches throwing a tantrum. (Oh shit) 
That bitch feeling pressure everytime like a phantom. 
Clean out ya ears, this the bad bitch anthem. 
I’m not tall, but I’m not soft. 
Seeing bitches stealing my sauce, and it’s hot sauce. Oh nigga, you want a kiss? 
But ion wanna filler. 
She got ass , and that nigga wanna feel her (yeah,nigga) - 3,2,1 ion go to church, 
i aint worried bout nun. 
Hoe sit down, 
lil bitch you my son. Two chopsticks put a knot up in my bun. 

And i just stay twirling bitches , like blender. 
I’m in the moon with the stars like ember. 
I’m real nice, but i got a short temper. 
Real cap shit, 
I was born in December.

Plastic (feat. Zailyn Love)

TAY B STYLE (feat. Tre Milano, NovaGalore & Hood Baby)

Yung Kari & Barbie - Plastic 

[Verse 1: Yung Kari]

I mean I never clique with bitches that be leeching 
Bitch ya career shitty baby gone put the bleach in 
Like Umm was you not listening to what the fuck I was teaching? Guess that’s why you starving while all of my bitches eating 

Guess that’s why you strutting in circles 
Why ya career steady hurting bitch I’m just burning these records 
My verses right like a version I’m over talking these bitches 
They never getting a word in 
I over-shine on every motherfucking thing I occur In (Uh) , (Yo)… 

Now put yo motherfucking hands up (uh, uh) 
(let me see them hands) (uh, uh) 
I mean I told these girls that playtime was over 
You ain’t get the memo go and check the pink folder 
Sipping on that boy like hot steaming Folgers 
Got ‘em straight hard like high beams & boulders 

Take a trip to the back with me, Wanna be my Nigga? 
You gotta keep it a stack with me 
I’m sick of these Donald ducks tryna motherfucking mack with me 
And if they say they racing me They in the mother fucking back of me 

High priced girls we so high priced 
Bunch-a Barbies, Pinks skirts in a high rise 
You know we just might let you hit it for the right price 
He say he want me on a platter like some white rice 

Hop up out the lamb with Mattel we look nice right? 
If he got a big (Uhh!) big bag that’s my type 
Take me on a trip to Turks & Caicos 
He love the way my tips be matching my toes 
And everytime I post a pic they say “goals” 
She love my life and she wish we could switch up the roles 
Mami get the fuck up out the whip 
Hell nah! We ain’t feeling you Touch down! 
Kari & Barbie we at the pinnacle.  

[Verse 2: Barbie] 

i mean hey, what the fuck 
else can i say?

everything i do, 
she take anyway

but bitches can’t 
see me in shit anyway

but bitches want beef 
when they can’t get no plays


bitches talking money, 
but these bitches never seen shit 

bitch you been jelly, 
go ahead keep it a bean bitch 

in the back, lean bitch 

you fat, im a lean bitch 

think you fucking with me, 
then you might be drinking lean bitch 


they say you my daughter, 
& honestly i can tell 

hence to when you came out, 
it was shoutout to mattel 

& that 'ullite on your body 
is the only time you cell 

how the fuck you cover girl?
when you out here taking L’s


like what? i’m the first one 
that was repping pink 

bitch you been washed up,
on your fucking sink

& everything that i do
she wanna fucking sync 

not in the crew, but i black
with my fucking ink


it’s the barbie, pink out 

shoutout to the 
dreamhouse

kens out, friends out 

bubblegum benz out

bitches couldn’t see me 
like i popped they fucking lens out 

bitches see me winning so
i guess they tryna twin now


hair blonde, waist gone, 
face on, money long  

she dissing cause she couldn’t 
afford me to be up on her song 

these bitches know that i’m 
the bomb dot fucking com

that’s why i’m about to blow
like a fucking bomb


top of that, these bitches 
know they in the fucking back

all these licks, i don’t think you can 
get them fucking back

if it’s may, then ima pull up 
in that fucking bach

all that reaching,
bitch you gonna break 
that fucking back 


i know these bitches 
want the recipe

hence all that fucking envy 
& that jealousy 

& ima pop abt barbie till 
the death of me

so my account is the only 
thing that’s checking me 


so that being said, 
all you bitches get your bands up

i’m the fucking teacher,
everybody put your hands up

bitches stealing groups
of my lines like a stanza

like hmmm.. 
can the real mattel stand up?


bitch don’t get gassed like qt,
you not a cutie

bitch you’re annoying, 
orange.. cutie 

and all a sudden bitches 
“barbie” cause they see me

oh i get it, bitches wanna be me

Angel & Barbie - Plastic

TRAGEDY (Raggedy) 

 Gazin up up at the stars on my roof hoe

Pull up to soul fresh lemme get a fruit bowl 

Cover photo had em scamblin like juko 

A bitch better than me? Who the fuck you know?

Ain’t talkin bout the fabric bitches flocking like birds 

Unsent her message guess that mean she goin back on her word  

You think I’m dissing bitch don’t ask me just believe what you heard 

Ian clearin up shit man that shit for the birds  

On a yacht late night bitch it’s 4:20 .. AM  wit some G’s like the AM  

My waist slim got them beads on my waist rim 

3.5 in this jiff I’m bout to face him 

Balenci’s got plenty, buss the clip till it’s empty  

Looked at her numbers guess them bitches ain’t fuck wit 420 

Squeeze up in these jeans bitch I gotta do the shimmy I’m like 

Malaysian Weave Bitch you like that fucking remy 

Only time she seeing stars when I knock her in her shit 

I put the puzzle pieces together you was never my bitch 

Gave her another chance I turned my back she did the shit again 

Make it rip like a bay blade ima let it spin on this bitch  

Uhh..

You ain’t no fuckin Kin get up out my car-son 

You look up to me like Tommy that’s who you are son 

She at the point of no return this bitch too far gone 

She in the Ford bitch I’m in the Aston I’m far gone 

Say I’m in your city bitch Waddup!? Wagwan?? 

She in that dickie denim she penny pinchin a penny pincher 

Bitch you was never in the DreamHouse you just took a picture 

I got bars like a fed sentencing, bitch I’m the teacher Ken all the Ken’s listen in (Uhh) 

Big bully I’m on they backs like Sprayground (yo) 

All that talking bout her album, views ain’t make a sound 

All these knock off bitches I’m bout to take ‘em down 

I’m Barbie’s preferred Ken, what you gotta say now?? 

I’m out in Cali bitch I’m chillin the Bay now 

Ian doin no more talkin bitch where you stay now? 

You and your friend with that Lisp yall get sprayed down 

Pop bitch I dare you, gone test yo fate now! 

& it’s the K to the E  N

TRAGEDY (Raggedy)

Rather I’m Barbie, Ken, Or Bratz my views gone hit the SAME! 💋…

Da Demolition (Queen Mix)

FIRST SHOW (LYRICS) 


hair blonde like Elsa he can’t let it go 


i might pop out with the blick bitch first show 


long hair to my ass I’m touching my toes 


getting this chicken that’s my mission that’s my fucking goal 


prettiest bitch, toting them hood nigga typa poles 


ain’t never worried bout a nigga ain’t stuttin no hoe 


he eat this ass gimme cash then he gotta go 


ian never met a nigga that done turned me down 


straight nigga hit me say  “Kari you turned me out” 


i put my hands up on my head grab my hair and then I shake it 


left right, front back, damn this nigga shaking 


he bout to bust this nigga ain’t even eat the cake yet 


take it out it’s to big lil daddy i cannot take it 


fucking with them bands fucking in a benze yeah 


play with the kitty while he drive im working the steering wheel


 pop the clutch on the trunk yeah this shit in the front 


really living what I be rapping man this shit ain’t a front 


my nigga pop tags they don’t pop tags like him 


get the fuck up out my DM ain’t dropping a bag like him 


on the E-Way speeding niggas ain’t driving as fast like him 


put a price up on your head if I really want you dead then you dead nigga 


saying that it’s smoke with Yung Kari bitch you’s a dead nigga 


massacred the bitch no not tommy her career dead nigga 


break a nigga pockets leave that boy up out in debt nigga 


trip to Poland you know a bitch get the big cheese 


5 star bitch when I pop out popped out with my nigga now these bitches wanna pop out 


i’m the Teflon Don suck my cock ima rock out pull off in that all blue new Benz truck it don’t need a key 


Saks Fifth ion need a fee bad gyal he needed me say she fucking on my nigga ion believe it i need receipts 


single again bitch they done singled a bitch out play pussy get fucked, you keep running your dick mouth 


girl how the fuck you mad at a bitch you ain’t never meet? i’m out in cali eating cherries from a cherry tree


 fly like a bird bitch don’t call me parakeet these bitches copy what i do like when the parrot speaks 


at his First Show beat his main bitch front row, hair blonde like Elsa he can’t let it go 


when he hit it from the back he can’t let it go pretty like Halle but the body giving Rubi Rose 


slide off in the foreign I’m gagging how the fuck I make it from the bottom to a mansion 


heard some bitches had a problem with me claiming dad and heard some bitches in my state but they don’t want no action 


ain’t talking bout they dicks when I say that my niggas packing bitch i am a princess bitch you built like Pac-Man 


i think it was round this time last year i had to smack a bitch you could work for me you could mail my packages 


bitch im with the businesses ion do the diss-sis-sin smacked her she was talking ian feel like listening 


cunt bitches listen in get up off ya knees if he ain’t tricking he ain’t got it ain’t telling no nigga “please” 


i’m up out in Texas bitch i am the bestest you ain’t having shit sis why the fuck you flexing 


bitch look at my necklace Eliantte iced me hoe this my First show already taking bitches microphones  



Written by: Yung Kari

FIRST SHOW

#BOW! (Official Lyrics) 

turn up the beat make it loud 

throw that ass back yo nigga sayin bow 

shake it so fast it’s starting up a crowd 

main bitch too mad he took me to pound town 

so bad I’m so sexy (sexy) 

nigga wanna fuck he just met me (met me) 

told his ass call DONT text me 

sent his ass a taxi , he ain’t wanna give a bitch a check 

see i just did a show went straight to Cuba 

I can school you bitches be your rap tutor 

hoes popping on an app in real life loser 

Rock Angel ™ but you know I keep a demon shooter 

no booster, fendi where the boots from 

if the bitch mad tell the pussy hoe do sum 

how she beefing with the motherfucking bitch that introduced her? 

starting all these rumors

 in this bitch brain like a tumor (like what?) 

i’m eating bitches, im chewing these bitches

 i flew in they calling me Pac-a Man (Yo) 

these bitches is stupid 

these bitches is foolish 

for ever thinking they gone have a chance (Uh) 

i throw it back he throw hella bands 

make ‘em eat pussy im celibate 

these bitches came up with a plan tryna end me 

i told ‘em go find them a better plan (Uh) 

walk in them club with a stack $ (with a stack) 

all the hating bitches to the back (to the back)  

if he sliding them hunnids up front 

ima throw this ass to the back 

like left right, left eye 

fucking this nigga from bed-stuy 

don’t wanna leave him the check nice 

but he ain’t giving me neck right 

bitch this the worst time told y’all the first time 

leave a bitch bloody like a pussy 

when she fucking for the first time

 first time seen her for the first time 

ran down on that bitch 

she ain’t even get a chance to put her purse down 

call me precious lil bitch I get chicken for days 

can’t see eye to eye, my pussy in his face 

his girlfriend gone beat a bitch up if she wave 

so you bet not fuck with his surfboard, surfboard 

ride the dick with the lights on 

Fendi crop Gucci tights on 

shake that ass this the right song 

he pulling up hope the pipe long 

(like what?) who told these bitches we opps? (Opps)

who told these bitches we equal? 

i been gone for so long 

bitches asking for a sequel 

they like Kari where the single? 

guess you could say this that shit right here 

bitch I’m back up in my kingdom 

bout to take over another year 

Uh.. Uh… Aye… Aye… 

(Laughing) … 

Rock Angel ™ , Rock Angel ™ … 

J A D … E .. (Laughing) …

& it’s still Yung Kari

#BOW!

Lyrics for this track are currently Unavailable.

Lil Durk & Jade - Selling Lashes

SPEND (feat. Barbie)

Gunna & Jade - Space Angel           LYRICS :

first bitch out in space 

call me Valentina Tereshkova 

everything still big told y’all that with nova 

rover bitch I’m spinnin in that Range Rover 

said she was gone catch up to me but ain’t gettin no closer 

like who you tryna test bitch? 

forgi’s on my tes bitch 

my pen is undisputed mommy 

you could send your best bitch 

my crib way at the top the top of the roof 

every time I get Chanel gotta buy it in two’s 

every time i’m in the stu set fire to booth 

every time I turn around i’m inspiring YOU 

like you be in my views but beef, you steady harboring 

you the same bitch that’s acting like it’s a problem and 

doing all that hooping and hopping and steady hollering 

bad mom killed all my kids ain’t talking columbine 

Kari, don’t know if I’m Jade ® or I’m Kari  

he feeling on my panties he tryna get the punani like 

bitch i’m hella cocky like 

pussy like Dasani like 

pilate’s by the pool bitch I gotta keep my body right 

you my Seed like Johnny like 

guess i’m ur new mommy like 

and bitch you SMELL bad 

guess that’s why your name Kusàmi right? 

steebie i’m guessing these bitches wanna be me 

she copied that First Show ™ 

in her lyrics tryna be me, wait  

how the fuck you hop up on my track and you ain’t do it right? 

how the fuck you throwing shots 

when you ain’t even shooting right? 

as soon as I click on my insights 

you the first one that i’m seeing 

like why you be all in her 

comments when mines the ones you wanna be in 

like why you be talking that tough shit? 

you know that my hands you not seeing —— & why you be repping that Bratz ™ shit?  

• • • • 

i go make a million here 

million there really got motion i’m really astir  

i pop like i got it i’m holding my waist 

how the fuck you Girly? 

you was just Remi last year 

you ain’t on my level you ain’t nowhere near the throne 

her dog ass mad ian throw her ass the bone 

you just ain’t like me now you want a song 

you was never on shit that you said you was on

⁽ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ⁾


𝐖ritten by: Allen Writter, Metro Boomin, Sergio Kitchens, Yung Kari, Jadelyn “Jade” Lee, Westley Glass, Wheezy

Gunna & Angel - Space Cadet (Angel)

SWEAT CHECK (feat. NovaGalore & Barbie)

Dear Duds - (OFFICIAL Lyrics) 


dear duds, I’m the typa bitch to catch you lacking at the club 

dear duds, you the typa bitch I make come give my feet a rub 

dear duds, baby all I keep is hunnids quit asking me for them dubs 

dear duds I heard you got your shit pushed back 

dear duds I heard they say your shit still wack 

dear duds you know I keep the stick in the back 

and stop asking bout my ass 

you know my shit still fat, dear duds 

excuse me little mommy but you could say i’m on duty i’m a cutie 

& im looking for bitches with big ole booties 

like point me 2 the sluts like 

point me to them niggas with the cheese in the cut 

who ain’t never gave a fuck like 

bitch im off a bean top of that im off that vodka 

if i let you lick the kitty boy you better do it proper 

boxer, beat bitches on beats like a boxer 

and since when was bitches ever claiming 

that they was some Rockstars? 

5 bands on your head bitch you dead wtf you thought? 

up in Chanel, cashier gagging at what the fuck I bought 

i’m teaching bitches they spitting out what the fuck I taught 

these bitches ain’t really nothing but bums (yo) 

bitches pen game be my mini me 

body smoking like chimney 

where the bitch that said that she was getting me? 

bitch im ridin in that Durango hair color of rainbow 

bitch you sound the same on every song 

bitch where yo range hoe? 

i’m big willy no bike gear 

told you bitches on Demolition i’m a rap bitch nightmare 

I can’t even call you Buzz Lightyear 

cause you ain’t never gone buzz 

bitch your career gone stay right here 

body cold as fuck bars hotter then that mocha 

she say she never needed me well tell her delete Mocha 

face really the bomb I got that grenade mug 

and Ian twinning with you bitch 

so take down that Shannade mug 

dear duds, I’m the typa bitch to catch you lacking at the club 

dear duds, you the typa bitch I make come give my feet a rub 

dear duds, baby all I keep is hunnids quit asking me for them dubs 

dear duds I heard you got your shit pushed back 

dear duds I heard they say your shit still wack 

dear duds you know I keep the stick in the back 

and stop asking bout my ass 

you know my shit still fat, dear duds 


Written By: Jade

Dear Duds,

Garçon De Feu (FireBoy) OFFICIAL LYRICS 


VERSE 1 

you ain’t gotta ask bitch hell yeah I’m running shit 

seen this dude in the club said I got some nice tits 

I said I just got em done 

he said girl you one of one 

I said I’m the only child 

so technically I’m one of none let’s go 

PB, PB, bitch who’s Peabo Bryson 

I’m chauffeured everywhere I don’t need no license 

enticing my body enticing as a motherfucker 

stop playing nigga and come and bite this motherfucker

boy i need it i need it I mean I need it right now 

boy my pussy so leaky 

just come and shut the pipe down 

it’s getting hot in here baby I’m bout to cut the lights down 

i mean it curve to the left but i’m going right down 

i got my high heels on you got on your joggers 

nigga eat the pussy like it depend on yo job 

fat bitches in a hut, yeah that’s that jabba 

and if that nigga gotta bitch then i gotta rob her 


HOOK 

it’s like our worlds just collide whenever I’m near you 

can’t shake the feeling that I really wanna fear you 

no I don’t know I don’t know why I’m like this 

fighting myself because I don’t wanna fight this  

VERSE 2 

he had the Rolls in the Royce the tone in his voice 

don’t want a good girl nah hoes is his choice 

you know my mouth on open pussy on (aah) 

when he stick it in i got em blowing like bombs 

i got that full glam on pageant tease 

my body smoking that’s why pussy bitches mad at me 

naturally i do this shit so naturally 

it’s not my fault that ya career been flopping tragically 

like boy come on let’s go back to my room 

i’m so delu but I can’t help it cause I’m feeling you 

he bought me Doc Martin Fishnet Stocking & Jimmy Choo 

i mean he spoils me, what the fuck you want a girl to do? 

my hair long when i step through 

I’m looking like a pageant bitch 

fashion doll, with some big pageant tits  

no you cannot cop a feel quit asking bitch 

i’m getting money and I don’t get it with ration bitch 

killin bitches send em to the gulag 

pussy got em hot ian letting him cool off 

let’s play teacher boy give me the ruler 

cop me that Rock Angel chain from Benny The Jeweler 

HOOK 

it’s like our worlds just collide whenever I’m near you 

can’t shake the feeling that I really wanna fear you 

no I don’t know I don’t know why I’m like this 

fighting myself because I don’t wanna fight this  

and boy 

you’ve got my 

heart on fire

it’s on fire

it’s on fire

heart on ..  

VERSE: 3 

okay I just had a epiphany i need to go to umm 

bitches on my tippy like I ain’t the goat or sum 

i’m drunk as fuck up on the e way I’m swerving the lambo 

he call me babygirl he say I be rocking the damn boat 

damn Laurence, your career is boring 

biting off my style like I’m Isis and you Torrence  

and bitch you steady poor and 

asking for bread on the back end 

i thought you said the streams was paying 

bitch what the fuck happened? 

you ain’t no princess remi you a dude hence the real name 

talking bout  a final baby girl this the real game 

why would I bring my BEST bitch for a bitch that’s half of me? 

how you so rich but you a Maid/Janitor nigga do the math for me

Written by: Jade

GarçonDeFeu (FireBoy)

BOSS/AHAP FT. YUNGIN

Angel & Kapri - Winnin

OKAY (Freestyle)

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