Egotistical

What’s the gag lil bitch?
( What’s the gag ) 
What’s the gag lil bitch? 
( What’s the gag ) 
What’s the gag lil bitch?
(Haha)
What’s the gag lil bitch? 
( What’s the gag ) 
What’s the gag lil bitch 

…

No really what’s the gag? 
(Gag)

You bitches cannot gag shit, just a bunch of lost faggots 
Talking bout you read a bitch down, hoe please don’t drag it 
Yeah I’m in that four door a-aventador, bi- itches adore me Mona Lewinsky 
Never stepping off a bitch neck, don’t give er mercy
Her nigga want me so bad, that nigga thirsty 
Bitch said she young and turnt, but she lookin thirty (dirty) 
Bitches be talkin in circles lookin zizzy, I mean dizzy,
Bitch you cannot sit with me 
Ew, ew get away bitch shoo 
And she talking bout she pretty, but she look like Cindy Lou
And I got the voodoo for you bitch, since you call yourself a doll too
Now she mad now, nanana boo-boo 
 (Bitch)
Doing a lot of whining, get that bitch a tissue 
I’m so ahead of bitches, I can’t see em in my rear view 
Hoe was all in my face, I told that bitch screw you 

What’s the gag lil bitch?
( What’s the gag ) 
What’s the gag lil bitch? 
( What’s the gag ) 
What’s the gag lil bitch?
(Haha)
What’s the gag lil bitch? 
( What’s the gag ) 
What’s the gag lil bitch 

…

No really what’s the gag? 
(Gag)

What’s Da Gag?

…

Mmm Mmm, that lil hoe thought she could rap, bitch I was like Mmm Mmm

Mmm Mmm, that lil hoe asked for some pointers, I was like Mmm Mmm

All designer bags, I’m a rich bitch 
(Rich Bitch)
Bitch you really mad, you can’t get this vintage

Bitches in my face, I’m like get back bitch 
(Back Bitch) 

Talking bout “Claata show me how to rap sis” 

I was like Mmm Mmm, why would I help you little bitch?

You tryna perfect your craft, but it’s all hot shit 

Bitch you cannot rap, hang up your career 

Had all these bitches gagging, when I pulled up in a lear 

They study my craft, just look at they notes bitch 

I got the kinda lyrics that’a make a bitch choke
(Haha)

Stepping on these hoes neck, yeah you already know 

Yeah I get to the bag either way lil hoe
(Bitch)

Mmm Mmm, that lil hoe thought she could rap, bitch I was like Mmm Mmm

Mmm Mmm, that lil hoe asked for some pointers, I was like Mmm Mmm

(Mazi) 

These bitches stupid personified, glorified, I’m these bitches top 5

Matter fact nigga cop me dem marni slides, Im in the field while these hoes play with pompoms 
(Uh) 

Realest bitch you ever met, she got smoke? 

Hoe blow it off ya chest, she touch me? 

I’ma have to call a tech
(Lil Bitch) 

Mmm Mmm 

I’m getting money bitch, I don’t know why hoes kiki’in 

This aint funny bitch, you so crummmy sis

Ya nigga bum a bit, had Jah The Greatest gagging, now she just paying my disses

Claata & Mazi - MmmMmm

…

Caught a bitch, snatched her lace off 
Gay ass boy, take that wig off 
Caught her running down the street, shot her legs off 
Had to beat the bitch ass, cus all she do is talk
We let off some shots, they gone all be dead
I told her stop talking, now she in a body bag 
I’m in the trackhawk with my nigga, we going really fast
Pulled up on my next opp, then shot her in er ass 
(Grah) 
Bitches claim they got that tea, but where’s the fucking gag? 
(Ouh) 
Yeah I wrap hoes up, that’s why they so mad 
(Ouh)
Bitch you not a Bratz, hoe you is a fag
(Ouh)
Put that doll down, bitch I thought you was a man 

Now she wanna be a girl, bitch yo name is Roxanne 
Talking bout she keep a nigga, but said she need a man
That nigga nutted in a minute, call em minute man 
When you got niggas lined up, tell em you got many men

She got that mini man ?
Well I got a mini-plan, I’ll up dis bitch and spray it
In her face like eat it man
(Bitch eat it)

These hoes cannot compete, where they dont compare
But this beat finna drop, so let me show these hoes I care 

I pop a perky, I’m so quirky
Ain’t letting up, till a bitch say mercy
Hoe press me? 
Now shit lookin merky
Bitch sit back with that lil bitty birkin

Birkin, birkin, I be twerkin
Can’t take pics, bitches be lurkin
Fuck these bitches, I cut em like surgeons
(I be workin) 

I’m throwing cash, and I’m shakin ass 
While these bitches all on da flo

Got my ice on in da club, hold my wrist up and it snow
Ain’t gotta pull up my resume, cus these pussy hoes they know

And when Saint hop on it, I’m dropping bars,  Bitches like woah
(Haha)

Claata & Saint - BarbieQuinn

Roger that 
(Uhh)
Roger, Roger that 
(Uhh)
(You copy?)
Rodger that
(Uhh)

Ro-Ro-Roger that

All the hating ass bitches, gotta get t-to the back
Yeah, you is my fucking son, I p-p-put you on the map 
Heard my diss and she went crazy, turned into a maniac  
Yeah, I stay in designer, double c’s all over my bag 
Bitch you know I’m rich as fuck 
(Fuck) 
Bitch you know I’m rich as fuck, yeah I got a lot of cash 
Hand this hoe a couple stacks, so she can get up off her ass
Bitches envy me
(Uh)
 Bitches mad as fuck 
(Yeah, Yeah)  
She keep on talkin shit
(Uh)
 But her shit ain’t hot, she flopped 
Heard that track, she sounded dizzy, had to turn that shit off 
(Had to turn that shit off) 
(Haha)
(Claata, come in… The opp has been taken down, do you copy? do you copy?) 
Yeah
(Roger that) 
Uh, Im the pilot in this shit, I bully bitches out  they spot bitch 
Just like a co pilot, when they locked out the cockpit 
Hoe still think she pretty, tell that lil hoe to stop it 
Attention seeking bitch, you’ll never be the trending topic 
My flow is the hottest, trying give nonchalant but you can’t be me, I’m modest

Roger That

Gunna & Claata - Poochie Gown (Bonus Track)

Look at my wrist, you see this ice all on me bitch 
If you see me in it, then you know it’s pricey sis
Check the stats, you still a flop, you never topping me lil bitch
Dropped a whole album, and the streams still at five bitch
(Damn) 
But anyway, I’m still a five star bitch and you a three star 
A brand new pink Ferrari
Now that’s what I call a dream car
And She wanna be my friend, but I do not fuck with that lil bitch
Hoe get out my dms begging for another feature sis

Purcosex & Claata - ENUFF Remix

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BNB/Handle Dat (feat. SYR)

Something fresh & fab for the girls.

Lyrics: 

Look at this ice up on my wrist

Feminine voice, I'm feelin' fish

I get that cash, lotta fucking money bags in this bitch

I'm on that ass if I found out

That these hoes talking shit

Ho' go touch grass for

I make you eat the dirt pussy bitch

Eat the dirt pussy bitch, my nigga splurge on me

New Chanel purse for me bitch

All this back & forth, put it in a verse pussy bitch

Only fucking on yo nigga cus he so filthy rich

Goddamn, I'm that bitch

Laid out, relaxin, catching' a tan,

Take the panties off little bitch you a man

Weak bitch don't got no coin like fuck is you sayin

On the beats I go crazy, yea Super Saiyan

Everybody know me bitch, yea my name ring bells

And if you think otherwise bitch you can burn in hell

I want them bands nigga fuck a Cash App or Zelle

Ya career been over little bitch farewell

Ball til I fall, put this pussy on yo daddy

Now we all up in the mall

Oh that's you and yo crew?

Bitch I do not fuck with yall

I'm the life of the party, Bitch I'm the fireball

Bitch I'm the fireball

Fuck Niggas Get Money, yea that is the motto

777 damn a bitch just hit the lotto

Lambo in the safari & I'm sipping Myx Moscato

Bitch I'm high as hell, up off that gelato

Let's stir the pot though, bitch you a flop hoe

Nobody worried bout when

Yo ugly ass gone drop hoe

Let's stir the pot though, bitch you a flop hoe

Nobody worried bout when

Yo ugly ass gone drop hoe

…

Safari

Boots

Woah!

Mothaland (Anotha Land)

Servin

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


lyrics soon…

Why?

It’s the C L A A T A okay x2 

Yes, this is Dior on my shirt 
I’m high as fuck, off a half of perc 
S-Stay switching lanes, the Ferrari go skrt 
(Skrrr Skr Skrrr) 
Trickin’ these niggas and leavin’ em hurt 
They know when Claata drop a verse 
All these rap bitches go straight to work 
Go against me and a bitch gone get murked 
I’m goin insane, I’m goin berserk 

Cause these bitches envy me 
how could bitches envy thee
We finna get high, hand me the papers 
Bitch we finna roll up this tree 
Lil nigga this pussy ain’t free
Fuck nigga where is the money
No bitch want smoke
When I’m in they city, these bitches is running from me

I got da Gucci, da Louis, da Fendi, da Prada
Bitches my daughtas 
Bitches gon get slaughtered 
The rap game I been conquered  
That’s why a bitch ain’t bothered 
I-I-I’m getting shit done, while these bitches just ponder 

She claim she that bitch why haven’t I seen ha yet
Money on my mind not worried bout bitches 
I just hop on the jet 
(Ho)
Lil bitch better come correct 
For my bitches put er check 
I could never argue wit a bitch, I just lay em to rest  
(U-U-UH OH)

Back2DaBasics

Told that nigga ion wanna link 
Just buy me da Cuban links 
Bitches dirty, pussy stink 
High up off dem perky ps
Ass so fat come get a squeeze 
Come jiggle my perky ds 
Nigga call me Freaky C 
I can give you what you need 
Servin feins dat dope that weed 
Go hit my bro up for da lean 
Pussy sweet pussy clean 
Soakin wet  slippery 
Bad lil bitch I been on 
Bitches wanna be me 

Hold up lemme put my ice on 
Bitches only pop it when they typin thru a iPhone 
Nigga hit my muthafucking uh hit my iPhone 
Told that bitch speak to me with a muthafuckin nice tone 
Private jet just to fly home 

C L double A T A 
I get money everyday 
T-talked to JT told er Hey
Look mommy I’m getting pape
Think I want a nigga just so we can wear some matching bape, 
take cute pics, 
go on date 
Then take his money when he sleep 

Make that nigga eat the cake 
No birthday 
Ian givin no bitch no mercy 
Bitch feining for a hit she thirsty 
Little dick so he untrustworthy 
Zooted up bitch I’m seein so blurry 
Don’t pay for shit cus yo dad reimburse me uh 
In New Orleans hope nobody curse me 
Shout out to da niggas who bow and serve me

Claata - Freaky C

HYTB

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