girl what is this shit? i thought this was azealia banks

Banjee cunt , is the pleaser 
Run up in the court , done swipe up the visa 
The Don Prada baby , ya best bet believe ha 
Killas in the villas , chinchillas , minks to please ha 

I walk the 5th ,  while I walk down the avenue 
Fendi with the moon boots , Prada with the attitude 
I’m coming up , I’m giving vengeance,like the Adams do
I’m luxury to niggas , sorta speak , just like I battle through

The Don Prada , Suitted up , I’m up in luxury 
Bitches can’t get up in my spot , they can’t fuck with me
Coming for the money , so I give these niggas buck fifty’s 
You be on that fake shit , couldn’t give that love from me 
These rap niggas always really really suck buddy
007 for the cunts , now I’m up honey 
DEEvious the bad bitch , Dior , with fun money 
Carlee , wit the name , spit the game , they can’t fuck with me 

Let me in your world
You know what I spy?
Spy you looking lonely, ya know boy that's why
I wanna be your lady
Your l-l-l-love, my l-u-x-u-r-,aye ya know what I would
If I could, if I could, if I could

I got em sick , but I ain’t talking bout a pandemic 
Luxury the come up , Been with it , like I damn said it 
Chilling in the villa , pardon me , like they damn bet it
Niggas on that copy shit , a Don product , Gimmie credit it 

It Aint no uzi , it’s the way life goes 
Cuz I’m luxury to niggas , wit the high price hoes 
Got that fendi and that Prada , look for me big papa , getting bank like Azealia, the way I Toll (uhhh)

I got the prints , but I ain’t talking bout the calico 
Speeding in the Maserati , niggas got the. ￼ mileage tho 
Enjoy ya self the luxury , the baddest hoe 
Bottega on the trench , got Armani with the baddest tote 

I got em mad but more upset 
Better pay me on my time , I need more up checks 
nigga thinking that he better , think he more up threats 
Make that choppa dance like prancer , make em dance dubstep (uhhh)

I swear 
I'mma treat ya good babe
I'll keep up my hair
If you leave, ya know babe it'll be a nightmare
I'mma nick your name and keep you right here
Ooooh yeah

Let me in your world
You know what I spy?
Spy you looking lonely, ya know boy that's why
I wanna be your lady
Your l-l-l-love, my l-u-x-u-r-,aye ya know what I would
If I could, if I could, if I could

LUXURY  (BLANCO RMX)

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙾𝙸𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙴


(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)

TAÉ MONROE - LIQUORICE Ft ZAI’LYN LOVE

[CHORUS]
SKIN TIGHT BALMAIN CROP ON MY TITS LOOK AT MY WAIST, NO CORSET, BUT I LOOK DELICIOUS, GIVE IT A TASTE THESE BITCHES MUGS SHOT, BUT I’M PRETTY, LOOK AT MY FACE YOU DON'T WANT SMOKE, CUS MY BLUNTS IS ALL LACE

[VERSE 1: KEON]
THE WAY I DOG THESE BITCHES, YOU WOULD THINK I’M FROM THE PETS 2 THESE BITCHES COPYING ME, I CALL ‘EM MY PETS, TOO YOU COULDN’T BE ME, CUS THIS FLOW IS WETTER BITCH SAME OUTFIT, SAME HAIR, AND I’M BETTER BITCH
JET BLACK ON MY DASH, WATCH ME CASH OUT SNOW WHITE DOWN MY ASS, MAKE ‘EM PASS OUT PINK DIAMONDS ON MY TOES, BITCH, I FLASH OUT I’M THE KING OF THIS SHIT, NOW WATCH ME BACH OUT
TITTIES ON PAMELA, MONEY ON SHAQ HEIGHT MUG ON HAND IT UP, CUS I ARCH MY BACK RIGHT SKIN ON TRANSPARENT, CUS A BITCH EAT RIGHT, AND I’M ALSO TALENTED, MY BEATS AND MY MUSIC TIGHT
SAY HE WANNA UH, BUT I GOT A BAG TO MAKE THIS RAPPING SHIT IS EASY, CARTWHEELS, PATTYCAKE WORD TO TAE MARI, BITCH, I DO THIS SHIT SO EASY 1K IN LESS THAN A WEEK, MEANWHILE YOUR STREAMS ARE MEASLY!

[VERSE 2: GRANT]
YO
I’MMA POP MY PUSSY FOR THE CASH LIKE I’M EVIE LENZ I’MMA PULL UP TO THE SPOT IN MY MERCEDES BENZ
I’M YOUR FUCKIN’ INSPIRATION, SETTIN’ ALL THESE TRENDS
CREDIT PAST DUE, I’MMA NEED MY FUCKIN’ TENS
BITCHES GOT REAL NASTY WHEN I RIPPED THE SLIT LIKE ARCA
SHE YAPPIN’ IN MY EAR, GO FIND A TREE TO BARK UP
SMOKIN’ ALL YOU BITCHES, CALL THAT A SPARK UP
I GOT BARS LIKE IRON… MAN, MY WORDPLAY TONY STARK’D UP
COLLECT THESE HOES LIKE TRADING CARDS, THESE BITCHES IS MY FUCKIN’ DAUGHTERS 
SHE THINK SHE SCHOOLIN’ BITCHES, EVERYBODY KNOWS I TAUGHT HER
BOTTOM OF THE FOOD CHAIN, BITCHES GETTIN’ SLAUGHTERED
I GOT HER SWEATIN’, CAN SOMEBODY BRING THIS BITCH SOME WATER? PUSSY ON PINK, SAPPHIRE ON BLUE
SHE BE WEARING YELLOW PLAID, SHE AIN’T GOT A CLUE
I’M MAKIN’ MONEY MOVES, SHE STILL AS A STATUE,
AND HER MAN BE FUCKIN’ ME GOOD, HE MAKE ME NUT, CASHEW

[OUTRO]
BUT I LOOK DELICIOUS!
BUT I LOOK DELICIOUS!
G-R-A-N-T

DELICIOUS RMX

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech
Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech
That Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, that Nike tech
Run down
Run down in his Nike tech
Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, his Nike tech 
Run down
Run down in that Nike tech

[Verse]

Silk dark skin, so I call him my lil chocolate drop
Got him tryna roll on the girl, the way my body rock
& he so fly, pixie dust on his body
Asked me if he gotta worry ‘bout them niggas on my body
I’m like “no!”
When I first seen you, knew you was my man
Take me to Neverland, Tinker-Bell, Peter Pan
You need a feature daddy? Bring me my Peter pen
Oh, i’m that bitch right now, & back then

[Chorus]

Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech

Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech
That Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, that Nike tech
Run down
Run down in his Nike tech
Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, his Nike tech 
Run down
Run down in that Nike tech

Nike Tech

MARGIELA CROPTOP - PRETTYGANG RMX

Prod. Cozy - STREAM ON SPOTIFY https://open.spotify.com/album/6QgbVi1Aul9E6ObyfyHvwk?si=wgkU9tmWSUiegkol8o6hsw

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Please don’t call me twin, I don’t look like you
Bad bitch, down to the cuticle
Hop up on these beats & bitch, I bully
Kim Possible, it ain’t shit a bitch couldn’t do
Man, she couldn’t have the crown if this bitch was a dentist
Comes down to it, bitch, i’m the only Princess
Yeah, you picked the wrong bitch, like you ignored the red flags
You a loser, bitch
I know it hurts bad
You the type to run to twitter, start subbin’ a bitch
I’m the type to grab the Mac, pull the sub on a bitch 
And only time i’m a duff is when i’m duffin’ a bitch
And if it’s facts when I spit, is it really a diss?
Bitch, you got the face of a ogre
Body of a boulder
Say what the fuck I want, ain’t a bitch bolder
Like, how the fuck you shitty & you think you gonna do shit?
If i’m with Lee, then we screaming “Hadouken!”, bitch

[Verse 2]

Gave you bitches ample time, ya time’s up
Man, I black; BLM
Them signs up
And nah, my niggas not no pedophiles
But, they stay with the 9
She said she not a Girly fan, but them bitches be lying
My racks too big, oou
You ran through
I get green, bamboo
Get washed like shampoo
We can do this all day, everyday, one take
Choose wisely, bitch, and don’t make no mistakes
They say my price ridiculous
I don’t like you bitches
If I don’t get my way, then i’ma throw some hiss fits
But, I won’t throw hiss fits, ‘cause I get my way
And you on the bench
Bitch, you gets no play
Ya dig?

ONE TAKE

[Prod. Xani]

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 1]

Yo, when they see me, they salute the princessa
X in the box, ‘cause can’t no bitch check her
Oh, you want my time?
Where yo check, huh?
Told that nigga give me them racks, put it in my Denim Telfar

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 2]

Intrinsically, i’m badder than hoes
I’m rap goals, ya nigga know
Pussy taste like cinnamon roll
Don’t gotta depend on rap friends, or whack trends
Icount my m’s up in this Benz, & stand on biz

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)
Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)

DENIM TELFAR

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

TAÉ MONRE - STEP ON ! ✰

MILKSHAKE(RMX)

“CARLEE BLANCO VS. THE STATE OF YOU BUMB BITCHES👩🏾‍⚖️✍🏿”

LUXURY (BLANCO RMX)

CARLEE BLANCO

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