Prod. DB!

Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas?
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 1: The Girly]

I came in, 16, spittin’ ill to you
I’m 18, still ill, never healed for you
I let ‘em hang, that’s Emmett Till (A Mattel) for you
Not Armstrong, why the fuck would I kneel (Neil) for you?
I’m back to slaughterin’ bitches that ain’t on my pivot
My finger a glacier, my Telfar on denim
I’m covered in carnage, & bitch, I spit venom
Can these bitches do what I do? I’m like “No way!”
Fresher than that Colgate
If you think you Princess, little bitch, you sniffing Snow White, oh, wait!
Oh, wait, hold the fuck up
Bitches got life fucked up
Bitches always fumblin’ the ball, pick your nuts up
They call me “Ruth”, and bitch, I’ll handle her
These bitches is amateurs 
Itchin’ for response, so this song what I granted her
Man, these bitches ain’t talkin’ to me
Fuckin’ on you, then he fuckin’ a beast
Fuckin’ with me, then he fuck with a G
Only a beast when i’m rippin’ these beats
Most decorated bitch
Rock every wig that I rap & been in every whip (Facts)
So tell these hoes to bow it down

[Bridge: The Girly]

Ayo

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Slaughter these bitches, then i’ma skin ‘em like where nudes be

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

Did it for press and bitch, now your face where the news be

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Bitch, you want the speed? 
I’ll crash shit, Mr. Mosbey

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

All this ICE I got on me, got Latinas in a frenzy

[Verse 2]

(SILLY WHORE)

watch her face drop (drop)
when this shit drop (drop)

couldnt do the rap shit, i took over the rap shit
now bitches tryna do pop (what?)

bitch couldnt chew, couldn't even nom onnit
bitch couldnt rap, couldn't keep Anam onnit

waist so skinny let me do a line on it
how tf you get a beat and couldn't ride onnit

gotta watch these bitches, bitches fake they so fictitious
bitches rapping bout materials, now girl lets be realistic 

lying in yo raps that shit pitiful 

why so serious? so literal 

piss a bitch off like a urinal

nail this shit down like a cuticle 

all these stones on my neck (brr) 
chinchilla on new (fur)
marry to the money bitch
yea i gotta new sur (sir)

sick bitch mind twisted, you only spit hard when its dick bitch

bitches wanted me to pop, so i pop off like pants on a big bitch

yo girly girly should i carry carry?
shitting on these hoes like im bad with dairy 

everything white ms carrie carrie
i keep fire work, put it in reverse terry

bitch yo shit on dr seuss, bitch you better than um, WHO?!

bitch yo shit falling down, gravity, now let me call up soos

( got a new body bag, all you bitches going sad. all these bitches supa mad while i’m out here popping all these tags....HAHAA OOP)

[Chorus: The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas?
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 3]

Yo, Pretty Gang, why these bitches be so undercover?

(Purcosex)
I would hate too, bitch, i’m pretty than a motherfucker

(The Girly)
Yo, like why the fuck they gotta envy? 
Y’all gotta be some dumb hoes..

 To ever think that y’all could end me

[Verse 4]

Cannot get one up on me, all these hoes look up to me
Soundcloud, who the fuck be Mother? 
Bitch, they screaming “G”

YEA!
What I done, they couldn’t do that
New flash, you bitches ain’t on that 
If I was you, bitch, I would’ve fall back
But I got you looking stupid, with your dumb ass

They cosplaying as white bitches, i’ma kill, I don’t fight bitches
They keep makin’ all these fuckin’ misses, but not wifed bitches
He said “Bum, Bum, Bum” I got funds, funds, funds
Put ‘em on yo fuckin’ head & get you gone, gone, gone
I’m the one

Umbrellas

Cameras - (Single)
Zyon Maye
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION/Zyon Maye Records

[Hook]:
He Bit The Venom Then He Told Me He Can’t Take It 
Bad Ass Bitch On Your Digital, Like Why Would I Fake It
He Said “I Want A Movie, Can You Make It” 
He Told Me “I Want That Movie, Can You Make It”

[Verse 1]:
Thought I Was Lost, I Had It All (Then He) 
He Stripped Me Down, From Wall To Wall (And He) 
Got On His Knees, That’s The Protocol (When He) 
Was On The Floor, He Started To Crawl 
(Ah)

He Gave Me Tips, Not Talking The Balls 
I Wouldn’t Call Him Neil But His Arm Strong
He Can, Pick Me Up Without The Tongs
Now He Wants To Smoke, Let’s Hit The Bong 

You Know You’ll Never Be Better Bitch
He Can’t Get The Pussy Wetter Bitch 
Yeah We Riding Round In The Neighborhood, He On His Sweater Weather Shit 

I Need Him To Apply That Pressure
If You Want The Key To The Treasure 
You Getting Cheese But Where’s The Cheddar
Cause It’s Golden Boy In The Center

I Need To Know, Nigga Do You Wanna Hear This Flute
Cause You Say That You Getting Lucky, It May Be A Fluke
He Said He Sum Like Adam, Wanna Eat The Fruit
But It’s The Shit That I Bear , May Have Him On Mute

It’s Time To Teach The Class Something About A Cobra
I’m Not Talking Ice On The Wrist , It’s Cold Bra 
When You Bite A Bitch, You Gotta Meet Your Quota 
I Guess I Write That Hard Shit, My Pen Got A Boner 

[Hook]:
He Bit The Venom Then He Told Me He Can’t Take It 
Bad Ass Bitch On Your Digital, Like Why Would I Fake It
He Said “I Want A Movie, Can You Make It” 
He Told Me “I Want That Movie, Can You Make It”

[Outro]:
He Bit The Venom Then He Told Me He Can’t Take It 
Bad Ass Bitch On Your Digital, Like Why Would I Fake It
He Said “I Need A Movie, Can You Make It” 
He Told Me “I Need That Movie, Can You Make It”

Cameras.

PARTYONYOU!

WHEA DA HOEZ

BALL

HURTZ (Okay)

Lyrics coming soon!! in the meantime keep my name out your mouths haters

GENRE PT1: STEP UP

Verse 1:
Why yo bitch 
Gone 
Nigga 
 
Now you 
Tired of
Niggas 

I got big 
Palms
Nigga 
I got 
Tired 
Of hittas

Whole 
Frame 
Knocked 
Back

Now you 
Tired 
Of niggas 

Got ya 
Whole game 
Patched 

Now 
You tired 
Of niggas 

Nigga

Bitch nigga 
You see 
The lie 
In ya vision 

All that
 energy 
drained 
Cause 
You wanna 
Bring tension 

Now that bitch 
All talk 
Now you wanting 
Attetion 

How that big 
Dog walk 

But you walk
Like a misses 

Its 
Cool 
I see alot 
Of you niggas 

Wishing that
You really 
Better than 
A regular nigga 

Regular dinner 

Never 
Had a regular
Picture 

They all in 
That mixture 

I can make 
Some marmalade 
niggas 

Verse 1:
Why yo bitch 
Gone 
Nigga 
 
Now you 
Tired of
Niggas 

I got big 
Palms
Nigga 
I got 
Tired 
Of hittas

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