Lyrics:

with all that promo 
that you buying

i just thought 
that you would
shake sum 

& im endorsing 
strippers, gone 
ahead & shake sum

it’s like i can’t do 
anything, they 
always take sum

it’s like i’m getting 
cake so now they 
tryna bake sum


but anyways bitch
i’m here and the 
check clears

i told my stylist,
get me vintage 
jean paul gaultier

& i don’t really fuck 
with queers, they
not my peers

the tops here,
you not here,
face is top tier


“barbie she not
worth it, she can’t
even out-rap you”

see? you a whack 
a bitch, ian even
gone whack you

messy bitch you
better clean it up
like a vacuum

cause i’m wildin
out, what we doing 
in the classroom?


bitches can’t fuck
with me

bitches can’t fuck
with me

everywhere i go
they tell me that
i’m pretty

if i leave him then
i know he gone miss
me 

better lay low 
when i come out 
like whitney

anything i’m 
wearing pink
like whitney 

better use your
words careful 
when you diss me

it’s me mother
-fucker, it’s me


wait who dissed? 
who this? 

bitches don’t do this 

bitch i won’t 
respond cause
i’ll leave your ass 
toothless 

bitch i been 
the princess 

bitch i been 
the shoe fit 

you was never 
princess, but keep 
dreaming.. lucid 

bitch i go nuts, 
boston (baked beans) 
massachusetts 

you a fat bitch, 
but when you rap 
bitch, you don’t 
chew sis 

not my fault that
i’m the one they 
always gonna 
choose sis 

i was born to win, 
you was clearly 
born to lose sis 


if i’m with a nigga 
then he blowing 
a band 

so i don’t know 
why bitches think
we sharing a man 

bitch im a brand,
yea hoe bitch im a
brand 

pass me the milk,
cereal, raising 
they brand


i ain’t talking
matte hoe 

when i say 
i black hoe

bitches see me 
winning, what the 
fuck you think 
they rap for? 

go against me,
you know your
career a wrap hoe

no really go look
at her page, her
career a wrap hoe


you might could 
flow, but where 
your bars at?

bitch i mean your 
bars whack

talking about
leather bitch
where the fuck
is your cars at?

i be where the 
stars at

balling where
lamar at?

meanwhile
you steady 
making shit up
like where nars at


ouchies, body on
emily ratajkowski 

what the hell would 
these rap bitches 
be doing without me 

same bitches starting
rap was the same 
ones who was 
doubting 

count it then 
we outie, baddest
bitch in every county
  
(PRETTY GANG)


bitches can’t fuck
with me

bitches can’t fuck
with me

everywhere i go
they tell me that
i’m pretty

if i leave him then
i know he gone miss
me 

better lay low 
when i come out 
like whitney

and i stay
around the 
pink like whitney 

better use your
words careful 
when you diss me

it’s me mother
-fucker, it’s me

SHAKE SUM

B.O.M.B. (prod. Trusfnd)

Alter [Prod. Ryfvr]

Rockstar

Elevator
Press P when I come thru 
Money spreading
Fuck I look like being humble
Last of a dying breed
Can’t get in between
QB
On the line 
Waiting for bitches to fumble
(x2)

Milano causing erects
Knock em out his V necks
Stepping on you hoes
Colossal Lano like a T-Rex

On my throne, eject
Kingsbridge, BX
You could steal the flow
But bitch could never give the effect 

Diamonds and the bling
Moneybags I want it all nigga
Bitch how you a vet 
Ain’t won no rings
Ya Chris Paul nigga
Mamba like I’m Kobe
I’m not coming off the ball nigga
You ain’t over 6 
Fuck out my way
I need a tall nigga

Elevator
Press P when I come thru 
Money spreading
Fuck I look like being humble
Last of a dying breed
Can’t get in between
QB
On the line 
Waiting for bitches to fumble
(x2)

Man I’m the best now
Bitches best invest now
Told em I was S-tier
But I got it on my chest now
Tryna check the king
Wrong box
You got X’d out
Liberace tango
Aviators 
When I’m dressed now

Excuse me nigga
I think they juiced you nigga
Cause you ain’t like Milano
On a roll like Tootsie nigga
I’m short as hell
In the Lamb’ 
I need a boost seat nigga 
Swaeing on the track
In my daisy dootsies nigga

Ayo
I’m still the hottest bitch I know
Spell that shit out for you
Like I’m H-O-T-T-O-G-O
Every era
Switch it up
Keep bitches on they tippy toes
Tippin hoes
No this ain’t Balenci When I pop out
Little mama
This is Ricky O

Double back 
And get the drop
It’s still a few rap hoes
That owe me

Where dem bad bitches at
Come and put that pussy on me
No bologna
But we out in Italy
Empire Roman
Hulk to Hogan
Smack these bitches down
Back on the first train smoking

Catch his balls like I’m a new goalie
This that Dondication, that holy
Ass on fat, New Body, no Rollie
Lips on Angelina that Jolie

Hips look good
Don’t need no Bodycon
Rock white like a swan
Bitches can’t keep up with Don
Immortal Queen like Chaka Khan

Elevator press P
When I come thru
Still the King
Fuck I look like being humble

.•* LABUBU (‘Scuse Me)

kawaee

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