I AINT A BITCH BUT YOU CAN SUCK UP ON MY ASS & TITS

Musè - FUCK I LOOK LIKE (LOL)

INTRO:
telfar or the birkin on the lock
30 bands in my hand or the world gone stop
Niggaasss
on my top, nigga hop off cock
swea 2 god onna bitch imma TEN, u a chop

yo, name a nigga I ain’t better than!
name a bitch, point em out wit ya severed hand. And ho , 10 outta 10 THEY BE MEGA FANS. u bitches blowed like the spot talking taliban 


U BITCHES BLOWED ! 🤣

LYRICS:
ugly HOES playing dress up in my old wear
my lingo and my skin and my old hair
ya bitches thru, ass torn and ya hole tear 
she rapping BIG but that bitch don’t even GO HERE!

LOSER, LAME ASS BITCHES AINT POPPIN!
that shit hoes chatter, yuck mouth BREATH ROCKIN. 

fuck around and find out HO, who KNOCKING
treat EM like Sam, but the butter inna stocking

that’s my gift 2 u HO
and my life that u wrote
yeah u study me badly 
u living thru me it show

bitch I see u so mad them fake hearts ain’t low
envious but when I post… bet that dick gone grow

real bitches know the vibes and the message
bitch u so mad from my voice and my presence. 

Ho u INNA FIELD, but in the field HO U BEGGING! 

NIGGA BENNA CLOWN, On Ronald. NO REAGAN 

BITCH I BEEN PRETTY
ON OR OFF with the MAKEUP!
BLAND ASS BITCH , I suggest u get ya cake up! 

Oh I GET IT now it’s not me, u a HA TER! 
And I’m still fuckin ONNAT nigha when we break up!

U DUMB FUCK

bet that nigha spend em bands like a DUMB slut. 
And I ain’t lying, face deep in my whole BUTT. 
and yeah I got this crazy feeling in my whole gut. that i be spending DUMBY cash yeah I go nuts 

keep them subs inna back fuck a ho mention
bitches want me out the seat, got u hoes wishing. Like Rosa, cross the legs while a ho dissing. Sitting pretty, tunnel vision AINT no competition


BLOWED!

BLOWED!

Uppa Echelon

STUPID ft. The Girly (SlugMix)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK! (Lyrics) 🎀

HOOK (PBBP) 


(Verse 1)

pretty bitches bang pink
pink walls and pink cars

got bitches throwing shots, 
but they missing, it’s a free throw!

got porches in the lot, 
drop top, with my feet up! 

got barbies out the box, 
pink pumps, & glitter lipgloss

dangerous..

pretty bitch, 
that’s dangerous

cant fuck with no lame, no i 
cant fuck with no lame bitch

pink cars go zoom, 
fast and the furious

got these thotties mad, 
oh these bitches fast & furious

get it?

HOOK (PBBP)


(Verse 2)

fuck that weak diss, i drill shit. 
that pink shit gone kill shit. 

that shaquille o’neal shit, 
ball on a bitch like cannon. 

my bitches dipped in margielas, 
got these niggas in they feelings

got these bitches in they feelings, 
tell these hoes get out they feelings!

stay the night? shit, i might!
catching flights in the morning.

pink jets, pink seats, 
that bum bitch can’t afford it.

big boobs, pink bras, 
yes, my hair pink too!

he like:  “do you think the 
world revolves around you?” 

I GUESS I DO!

i’m the main topic, im poppin’ 
claim she fish, bitch you flopping

these bitches tryna be remi, 
but bank account steady falling

beat her ass like i’m kamikaze, no paparazzi, 
everything that this bitch do, these hoes gone copy!

HOOK (PBBP)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK!

[lyrics]

(IVEN VERSE ENDS)

yo, moneybagg, money bag, lotta money bags
y’know ya girl gone reside where the money at
you in ya hobo bag witcha bummy ass
ya girls on yall will smith with the funny act

my shit smackin, chris rock bitch
that’s a princess diamond cut on this rock bitch waddup
hannah baker, yknow ya girl gone cut up
ya run done don’t get me started mothafucka

*your times up, bitch :(*

surpassed you bitches and it’s only been a year ho 
no competition you never gonna win ho 
i’m innat wham bam lamb chop alotta bread like gyro, laughing, money flying out the window

getcha chips getcha getcha chips up
step ya pussy up step ya step ya clit up
bitch i’m richer bitch i’m bitch i’m richer 
bitch i’m fisher bitch imo bitch i’m fisher 

in the strip club i throw it up like i’m queasy
bitches startin’ rumors but they do not got the receipts. you gon’ need ya right hand and lotion to beat me and even then you couldn’t beat me


i do not give me a fuck about no allegations
bitches either hate me or they on they gay shit
he throwin’ money so i throw it back like the matrix
need a haircut the way ya looks startin to fade bitch

get in the field, get it in bitch and get it then
chanel bags, credit cards, lotta dividends 
karl largefeld coupe window 5%
ya bitch get it crackin (crr) ligament 

that bitch get it crackin’ like the 80s
don’t fuck with bitches they biting they carry rabies
i’m mother round these parts i gotta lotta babies
now let me do my curtsy i’m a lady, DOLLY.

Chips

(Prod. jiffy rockets)


Lyrics:


(Intro)

now this right here 
some blonde ass shit bitch

better than me? 
you blind as shit bitch

my closet full of that
one of a kind shit bitch

we ain’t similar 
not even a bit bitch


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela,
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Verse 1: Mattel)

ew who the fuck are you?
im not finna argue
head to toe miu miu 
my niggas go pew pew


they got me bent
in that bent’
roll up my 5 percent tent 
& these bitches know im camp
but i aint talking bout no… 


im a diva, fashionista
& i look like mona lisa 

make a nigga, swipe the amex,
fuck a visa

throw that dough up,
just like it’s pizza

i chew like the beat 
just like pika

im mother bitch ask teresa 


yea i’m always on my mother, 
bitch go clean your 
fucking room out 

which one think she flyer, 
ima have to 
get the broom out 

bitches really looney, 
why the fuck you 
put them tunes out 

bitches acting stupid,
ima have to call the goons out


you washing tons?
well im with benjamin 

i go nuts like a yellow bag 
full of m&m’s

i show these bitches how to flow,
sound fish, & push a pen

i cannot see you bitches through
these schiaparelli lenses 


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela,
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Verse 2: BL0NZEE)

Now mirror mirror, who’s the fairest? 

These niggas embarrassed. 

Heels on milan, 
yeah the blondie out in paris. 

My barbie on mattela. 

She with the blonderella, 
I’m posing in my skin tight crop, margiela. 


So Now she claiming that she z, 
so ima have to call the booms out. 

Feeling like the minions, 
ima have to pull the moons out. 

Oops, im on my janet, 
ima let a boob out. 
Hanging with Klu klux klan, 
let the coons out. 


I ain’t shopping with vanilla, 
these bitches call me Priscilla. 
I’m fucking with them drug dealers. 
I’m going ape, like gorillas. 
My niggas is in my villa, 
I’m flaming bitches, godzilla. 
I’m city living, manilla. 
My coat is made of chinchilla. 


I aint talking about no uber, 
when i say you getting taxed out. 

He call me his ruby so 
his credit card i max out. 

She think she a ace 
until i bring a couple jacks out. 

Shitty booty bitches, 
ima have to bring the lax out. 

Pimping niggas out, I tell them 
pull them fucking racks out. 

You ain’t seeing me lil mami, 
you is in a cash drought. 

I ain’t talking jimmy when
 i say i got the mask out. 

They should call me lizzie cuz
 da way I’m getting axed out


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Outro)

i lay these rap bitches out,
where’s the bed sheet?

i win in everything,
mami check my spreadsheet

i only fuck him if 
his pockets on hefty

go against me you took an
L-vis presley 


oh you can’t take it,
but you dishin it?

bitch you washed 

go find your own style
cause, bitch you lost 

see i stay around the bloods,
like a fucking clot 

so stop acting like you hard 
when we know you not

Pamela

DOIN’ IT (feat. Mattel)

Angel & Barbie - Keep Dissing

He’s A B*tch (ft. Nova, Kajo Muah & Tae Mari)

IM SCREAMING can’t believe i’m putting my indecisiveness aside and letting y’all have this. i love you all who listen and like always enjoy.




lyrics:

i got the ace since you wanna
 play the queen card
you so girly but a fem get ya 
peen hard? i stay with the blue
and reds like police cars, it’s 
still fuck em til they loose, p star

underground mainstream rap chick,
running through a fat check, still got that 
quicker picker upper swiffer wet jet
ya favorite rapper probably suck, 
as for me? tight like a faggots tuck

anyway bitch i fuck good, i mean,
what’s good?
ain’t looking for a genie but i wish 
a duck wood

r- run up, quack and get done up,
throw you hoes crumbs get ya 
bread bun up

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

shaking rap bitches like nemo what’s
up, pussy look like it need chemo hold up

these rap bitches ain’t cut like that, they latinos
my ass stay with new hot shit like jalapeños 

fly bitch on that new shit like a maggot
you ain’t ken to me if you couldn’t play with em faggot

ho said she moving up? it’s paralysis 
lil mama talking about she ball? had
to foul this bitch

all of a sudden bitches ‘dolly’ put that
perc down, killing bitches, michael vick
the way i hurt hounds

leave holes in these hoes and sell em by the dozen
bitch talking bout she better is they cutting onions?

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

bring that switch out like i’m bipolar
rap bitches got me rolling judge toler
don’t carry testicles but ya girl ballin
ya career on september it’s fallin 

like bitches comment til a bitch start 
shooting  stars
thought they was snatching up chairs
 the way ya music off

money rake up quick to shut the 
fake up
mac to ha face now the bitch tryna
 make up

chocolate chip, thin mint, oatmeal, 
shortbread can’t fuck a nigga if he 
counting up short bread
he gotta have the collard greens 
for the cornbread pussy game cold
though i give warm head

you know my pockets full of cake 
like a fat ho
you ain’t fly bitch i’m quick swat a 
nat ho
all in my face tryna cheese you a 
rat ho
ain’t on victorious but i’m quick to 
slap ho’s

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

hey hey, day day day day
i get money every damn day
hey hey, day day day day
my shit bang bang bang bang
bang

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TRE DA MF DON.
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DOIN’ IT (feat. Mattel)

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