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

B.O.M.B.

[HOOK]
i think i got you mad again,
i think i got you mad again.
go fix yo antenna then,
if you dont wan't no static, man.

i think i got you mad again,
i think i got you mad again.
go fix yo antenna then,
if you dont wan't no static, man.

[VERSE 1]
you do not want no static.
i do big shit, jurassic.
you know that money elastic.
flip it, like acrobatics. 

i know, i know, i know.
motion, never idle.
yes, i am your idol,
you just in denial.
when i come through,
lie low.
bitch i’m fire, pyro
baddest in the kennel,
but my name ain’t fido.

[HOOK]
i think i got you mad again,
i think i got you mad again.
go fix yo antenna then,
if you dont wan't no static, man.

i think i got you mad again,
i think i got you mad again.
go fix yo antenna then,
if you dont wan't no static, man.

[VERSE 2]
i got you mad again.
flyer than pelicans,
i am on saturn.
hotter than firemen.
it could get violent.
i’m on they neck,
like a violin.

i ain’t worried bout nada
i’m in my bag,
my prada.
hotter than nevada

cover my ears, go “la la”
they be so jelly, jelly
where is the peanut buttaaaa

[HOOK]
i think i got you mad again,
i think i got you mad again.
go fix yo antenna then,
if you dont wan't no static, man.

i think i got you mad again,
i think i got you mad again.
go fix yo antenna then,
if you dont wan't no static, man.

STATIC

HNR (Freestyle) - Lyrics
[Single]
℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

You said You want a piece of me, and if you got the dough im hot and ready,
My wrist twinning had to nickname them, this white and betty
My neck piece emerald cut, aint no damn machete
How im dripped and sauced you wanna slurp me like spaghetti

He fold my legs up to my head and get the pool wet,
Wait a minute, oops, i left some juice up on ya durag
He hypnotized cause his eyes playin boob tag,
I hate a messy queer, definition: you a-

PG on cuban links, mugged up we wearing minks
My number always dialed to wash a bitch up inna Sink
Rap circles round you bitches talkin bout them skatin rinks
Hand me a quil and imma do it dont forget the ink

Everyday its something new, im a hot topic
Just look pretty and let em drag it to catastrophic
Ask every bitch whats the problem but it was psychologic
So now they dialing suicidal im like where the logic

You do that shit for approval but i ain’t going for it
Check out my disco and any beat you know i tore it
You bitches lambs to the slaughter i might aventador it,
Hop out and out mug bitches my haters all adore it

Then hit a one two step, bitches slept, mugs swept
On me where some money kept,
Green go deep like its some kelp

Honeybuns up in my kelly
Covered in that gator belly
Play yo part or get beat up that’s automatic, bitch o’reilly

No makeup needed just to see the pretty inna face
And even then you need some work, damn what a waste
Im rocking crops or a shirt, Damn where the waist
I’ll knock a bitch outta place, you dont know how to brace

Everybody know imma go slap me a bitch
Try to feel bold imma cap me a bitch
Heavy spitter even on christmas outrappin any other bitch

Work a bitch out no fitness while you just sittin onna bench,
I get streamed in real time these hoes be thinking im on twitch

HNR (Freestyle)

#DEREON2025, Thank you so much Bralique for devouring this for me MUCH LOVE!! <33
Bralique: @nobodynoes-brent 💎🎀🍑💦

LYRICS 💎🎀

[ CHORUS ]

Shaking this ass, NO MANNERS
fuck up the club, fucking ya man up
me and my bitches be throwing them bands up
all of my niggas be carrying hammers 

Shaking this ass, NO MANNERS
I’m doing splits, on that Banana 
bitches be fans, dirty Diana
he drinking my juice like it’s Tropicana  

[ BRALIQUE VERSE ]

Shaking this ass no manners
He wanna see it bounce like sanatana

You know you fucking with a professional 
I am not no damn beginner

All in confessionals I be telling the tea
Think it’s a dick how I rap on jerk beats
Hell need a wrap dont fw raw meat 
To get a play you’ll need a feat

Speaking of meat, like cardi if we got beef we’ll have it foreva
Lots of jealous bitches looking at me at fashion week, Yeah I’m cruella
Fucked that nigga till he kicked the bucket now his cousins got a vendetta
Never compare you will never be in my  glass shoes, Cinderella 

Let’s restart
How do you think that you’ll make the chart 
Prodigy I’m Lisa, you Bart
Wanna try me I’m push to start
Throwing ass nah I’m throwing darts
Stomping bitches in Yves saint laurent

Baddest bitch I am a savant
Petty asf, you know I will taunt
Gotta flash, always gotta flaunt

Whatchu doing
These bitches copy bitches flows let me start suing
Bitch I’m always on that street shit, whatchu say? HUH SHORYUKEN
Got the Glock in my tuck incase they wanna try that grouping
Bitch i’m hella iced out, gon stay the nigga thatcho man be scooping

[ CHORUS ]

Shaking this ass, NO MANNERS
fuck up the club, fucking ya man up
me and my bitches be throwing them bands up
all of my niggas be carrying hammers 

Shaking this ass, NO MANNERS
I’m doing splits, on that Banana 
bitches be fans, dirty Diana
he drinking my juice like it’s Tropicana  

[ VERSE ] 

They call me Dereon, Diamond, the Don & the Diva, niggas be feening they all wanna eat her

continuous game of follow the leader im paving the way, cus they cannot see her 

the indirect tension with me is so potent 
from people who rely on others to boast 
about talent they really don’t hone 
cus they weak in the mind and
they flop on their own

Why do these bitches be capping like they got the hat with the N and the Y at the top 

Big BK yellow tape on ya block if they wanna jump me I put hop in they scotch

real cunt bitch giving fem in the face and the body while they just be tucking with scotch 

hating ass bitch be riding on dick when I drop a new pic her man feeling his crotch

hips to beat i’m blicking it, ya nigga look CUNT when he down there licking it

im really thick he be slapping and gripping it
he is my steed i be riding it vigorous 
 
they didn’t want Diamonds till Dere did it
they lacking identity kidding and fibbing
paper work and dockets for all of you bitches
in my epiglottis that nigga be digging (damn!)

Baddie, and Im Caribbean
im always wet, like an amphibian 
drown in this water like he a Floridian
beating you bitches, into oblivion 

Bitch it’s Dereon and Zai’lyn killing bitches we so shameless 

fuck yo nigga take his amex eat this pussy like a danish (ah)

[ CHORUS ]

Shaking this ass, NO MANNERS
fuck up the club, fucking ya man up
me and my bitches be throwing them bands up
all of my niggas be carrying hammers 

Shaking this ass, NO MANNERS
I’m doing splits, on that Banana 
bitches be fans, dirty Diana
he drinking my juice like it’s Tropicana

No Manners

Simon Says - (Single)
Zyon Maye
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION/Zyon Maye Records

[INTRO]:
Nigga I Do Deposits
No Thief But Run Them Pockets
I Finger Fuck The Check
Got Bitches Steady Watching

These Bitches Steady Copy
You Switch? You Flip Floppy
He Said He Needed Sum Brain, I Give It Like A Zombie

[HOOK]:
Simon Says Keep Yo Head On Head On
I Would Hate To Get You Stepped On, Stepped On
Look At All The Niggas That’ll Step For, Step For (Me)
All The Bitches I Gotta Check For, Check For

[V1]:
You’ll Never Meet My Range
Golden Boy He Going Insane
You Know I Always Keep A Vibe, Gotta Keep 2 Chainz

You’ll Never Win This Game
You Bitches Plane Janes
I Keep A Rock Beside Me, His Nickname Dwayne

I Wanna Know Do Bitches Really Think They Got The Bars
I Stay Eating Off My Plate, While You Bitches Starve
We Onna Golden Moon, Now He Wanna Go To Mars
You Bitches Say That You Can Ride, But Wheres The Fucking Cars

Wheres The Fucking Cards? Nigga Just Pick The Ace
Back To The Waterpark, I Guess We Going Back To Ace
If You Drinking Nigga, Make Sure That You Have A Chase
And If You Eat It Well, We Can Go Back To Your Place

[HOOK]:
Simon Says Keep Yo Head On Head On
I Would Hate To Get You Stepped On, Stepped On
Look At All The Niggas That’ll Step For, Step For (Me)
All The Bitches I Gotta Check For, Check For X2

[V2]:
You Bitches Don’t Got Bars, Not More Than A Celly
He Tryna Hit Up My Line, He Wanna Ring The Telly
You Say That You Got Cash, Can You Keep More Than A Penny
And If You Need Advice, You Know Thats I Can Give You Plenty

Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind But Keep The Windows Tinted
If You Wanna Drop A Check, Than Add A Couple Digits
Yeah You Can Come Close, But Js Know, Your Limit
If You Wanna Know How Much Time You Have, You Got A Minute

Simon Says.

MARK OUT - YES ITS A DISS

WAIT (Feat. Kawaee)

HURTZ (Okay)

STAR

his Bitches Don’t See Me 😫 

a song from my scraps but I ain’t feel like switching accounts so hey.

B.D.S.M.

kawaee

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