𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑿

(Prod. Tonacena!)

Lyrics:


before the rap,
bitch i been up

heard these bitches
tryna knock me down,
but im still up

how i walk in 
with the most
expensive get up

some say im boujie,
cause i walk in
with my nose &
my chin up

tell them rap bitches
step they pen up

gimme the blonde
bangs to match the
pamela pin up

bitch im on the block
you better not wanna
spin up

cause i got some 
niggas that won’t 
hesitate to have a
bitch get rid of

everytime i leave
all of my babies 
gone miss her

broke bitch,
cheap shots,
bitches always
miss her

bitches pretend,
trend, tryna twin,
this ain’t sister sister

wanna be loud 
in the front but
you always fucking
whisper.


name the coupe kim,
put the car to the dash ho 

coldest bitch, 
where my mink?
you know im gone lash ho

if that shit don’t go
as planned, you know
that i got a stash though

fish bitch, blood
on the money, that’s
that cash flow


when you hear mattel spit 
that shit actual, factual

ask me how to
do it, & i said it’s 
quite natural

bitches at the
bottom, i start calling
bitches apple

tryna force a
tone, i can hear 
your adam’s apple 

bitch im camp,
bitch i rock it out,
you had your final jam 

oh god damn,
peep the lamb,
color of green eggs & ham

bitch i am that bitch
that pop like will.i.am

& i am mother 
so the door you bet’
not slam!


before the rap,
bitch i been up

heard these bitches
tryna knock me down,
but im still up

how i walk in 
with the most
expensive get up

some say im boujie,
cause i walk in
with my nose &
my chin up

tell them rap bitches
step they pen up

gimme the blonde
bangs to match the
pamela pin up

bitch im on the block
you better not wanna
spin up

cause i got some 
niggas that won’t 
hesitate to have a
bitch get rid of

everytime i leave
all of my babies 
gone miss her

broke bitch,
cheap shots,
bitches always
miss her

bitches pretend,
trend, tryna twin,
this ain’t sister sister

wanna be loud 
in the front but
you always fucking
whisper.

Pin Up

Lyrics: 

Chorus 
Yeah
Damn, damn
Body looking like Damn
Damn, Damn 
You do shit for the Gram
Damn, Damn
Watch me pop it and slam 
Damn, Damn
You knew that it was stamped

Verse 1
Yeah 
Don’t ask me bout them bitches I don’t care 
Got a pretty face so I don’t trip on what I wear 
Its gon’ take a team to knock me down so get your players
Coming for my throne, turn you to stone so bitch beware 
Yeah yeah

Yeah
Where to begin, cause im back at it again 
Out with my twin, getting up under they skin
You dont make sense, did you think you was gon win?
You not a print…
Don’t know what got you convinced 

Chorus 
Yeah
Damn, damn
Body looking like Damn
Damn, Damn 
You do shit for the Gram
Damn, Damn
Watch me pop it and slam 
Damn, Damn
You knew that it was stamped

Verse 2 
Yeah
Legs, hips, body
I got the recipe to get naughty
Go head and count to three 

Better not try me 
Posted up where you can’t find me 
They love me think higly 
You not a threat in the slightly 

So he told me all he wanted was some of my time 
But i just told him that the dollar bills was on my mind 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Better keep cool
Need the coin, that is my fuel 
Boutta get cute
Then he hit me up “hey boo”

Chorus 
Yeah
Damn, damn
Body looking like Damn
Damn, Damn 
You do shit for the Gram
Damn, Damn
Watch me pop it and slam 
Damn, Damn
You knew that it was stamped

You knew that it was stamped

Body looking like Damn

DAMN

Yeah
You bitches wack you bitches is wack  
You wanna cap get knocked off the map
I am his Jill but dont give him Jack
Up in the hills on dick kickin back

Yeah
Them bitches cute but i do it better
You’ll be the pad and ill push the pressure 
Nothing you do will make me feel lesser 
So make a mouse and get on your cheddar

Yeah
Nobody’s vibing they dont like your flow 
Don’t care to catch the little shade that you throw 
You on the stage but is it really your show 
Yeah
I got the dough im thick like Digiorno

Yeah 
Like Digiorno thick like Digiorno
I see you mad do i give a fuck? No
You aint do shit for me what do i owe?
Thats what i thought, you blocked, on with the show…

Yeah 
Im a main bitch making main bitch moves 
Said he rich. He from Timbuktu
You can hate all you want thats cute 
But you know, know to stay on cue 

Yeah 
Im a main bitch making main bitch moves 
Said he rich. He from Timbuktu
You can hate all you want thats cute 
But you know, know to stay on cue

Lyrics:

uh oh (3x)


ayo

i heard you dissing
& it got me bored

cause every time 
you rapping

bitch you getting 
chopped like a 
karate board

they know my body
bitch i body whores

they know i stay
up in the air & im the 
one but i ain’t gotta force 


all pinked out maybach,
shark boots & they 
stay locked 

they gone wait for 
the main drop

if i don’t move then
they can’t pop

money look like 
a rain drop 

we don’t go to
the same shop

if i’m not around 
then the game stop


all these diamonds
& this money on me
like a rainbow

all this money real, give 
a fuck if i’m a fake hoe

say that she don’t 
like me, bitch just say 
that you can’t take hoe

wonder what’s the next 
thing that i do that they 
gone take hoe


(i got em saying)

“princess we need you,
we live & we breathe you”

i’m the generous princess 
so let me feed you

pop goes the weasel,
popping out in that diesel 

bitch you not no mother, 
you gassed, dumb bitch you diesel


don’t know why these
bitches testing me, like
why they testing me?

they know i’m they mother,
it’s they mother fucking 
destiny—child

all of them bitches,
they in denial 

but what they doing
now.. i can pull from 
my old file


wait, you tryna run
the beat? 

at least get on the beat

standing ovation, get 
you clapped so please 
go take a seat

ain’t like none of my 
songs, but begged
me for a feat.

that whack ass EP, 
don’t do it for the GP


like i revived bitches 
careers, now y’all got 
them hoes on every song

but that’s what happen
when you can’t get me
on every song

but where the streams
go when your ass
stand alone?

that whack ass tone,
who the fuck gone 
wanna be your clone?


bitch i know it gotta sting a bit

how every time i spit
bitches feeling hit

but that’s just cause
bitches always sneak diss

but that’s just cause 
bitches always steal my shit 


but i don’t know man,
i’m too cold man

& the wrist too frosty,
snowman

all you other bitches 
gotta go man

cause i’m the greatest 
bitch like the showman


you can go viral 
all day little bitch

cause the talent
really don’t equate 
little bitch

two weeks, real 2k 
little bitch

i shoot shots, 2k
little bitch

that mean i’m 
too great little bitch

killing these hoes,
john wayne little bitch

wait little bitch, 
can’t take little bitch?

how ironic, you the main 
ONE to TAKE little bitch

KARATE BOARD

Chorus
Yeah
Whats your number
Love it when my men look like Mocha
Find your comfort, lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah
It was over 
Before we could get the sofa 
To the sofa
We ain’t even get to the sofa

Yeah
Whats your number
Love it when my men look like Mocha
It was over 
Before we could get the sofa 
Find your comfort, lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah
Set the tone-ah
Lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah

Verse 1
Yeah 
I love thick men
“Moto Moto likes you”
Never be timid, talk like you’ve got the right to
If you come visit, it won’t take much to induce 
Here is your ticket, better conduct me say “choo”

Yeah 
I’d like to see what you’ll hand me boy 
I like a real lengthy toy
Exhaust my options don’t give me choice 
Im hot but I’ll still stay poise

Yeah 
and as i go i make up the rules, just to keep up with you
Your confidence it don’t got me fooled 
Be gentle with your food

Chorus
Yeah
Whats your number
Love it when my men look like Mocha
Find your comfort, lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah
It was over 
Before we could get the sofa 
To the sofa
We ain’t even get to the sofa

Yeah
Whats your number
Love it when my men look like Mocha
It was over 
Before we could get the sofa 
Find your comfort, lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah
Set the tone-ah
Lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah

Verse 2
Ouuu
Let you have some cake don’t use a spoon
Better keep it safe like its a jewl
I give a lesson we in school you’re overruled yeah yeah yeah

Yeah 
I’d like to see what you’ll hand me boy 
I like a real lengthy toy
Exhaust my options don’t give me choice 
Im hot but I’ll still stay poise

Yeah and as i go i make up the rules, just to keep up with you
Your confidence it don’t got me fooled 
Be gentle with your food

Chorus
Yeah
Whats your number
Love it when my men look like Mocha
Find your comfort, lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah
It was over 
Before we could get the sofa 
To the sofa
We ain’t even get to the sofa

Yeah
Whats your number
Love it when my men look like Mocha
It was over 
Before we could get the sofa 
Find your comfort, lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah
Set the tone-ah
Lay back and I’ll set the tone-ah

SOFAH

Ready, Set

Lyrics: 

when they sleep they think about me i’m a dream killer 
no competition wit these bitches dey ain’t seen iller 
always standin on business guess that’s why dey seat fillers 
they could never outdo me guess that’s why they be bitter 

anyways you see i’m steppin in sum fly shit 
think they losing they mind they be on high shit 
he never pickin n choosin cause im a top pick 
and bitch im the topic since i came in always been the topic 
 
im never trippin bout a nigga got a boat load 
me vs bitches an notice how they ain’t got no votes 
and when you bitches gon switch it and get cha own flow 
and she know she flopping that’s why bitches scared to post a solo 


new new new money monica
light em up like it’s hanukkah 
chockin on too much dick bitches blowin me like harmonicas 
overall so they honor ha 
what i do bitches monitor 
i’m all about financials im addin up like a auditor 


been bad since nokias and blackberries 
i think my clip got a dick all these rounds that this mac carry 
look em in the eyes when we switchin it up to missionary 
army full of hating bitches i’m revolutionary 

head game make a nigga wanna ice my throat 
s/o to botting glad i never had to price my growth 
and whatchu mean which one i want bitch i want both 
these bitches could never beat me they ain’t ever comin close 

i mean 
they not on i mean 
what im on i mean 
its to easy to carry on these bitches songs i mean 
am i wrong i mean 
get em gone i mean 
i body bitches and i do it on my own i mean 

uh bitch im really the one 
and like i said lebron 
you & bitches really my son 
and who can really rap like this you can’t compare to none 
i keep sum niggas that stay hungry got em ready to hunt 

and idgaf who they think they is wit these titles on 
bad asf in real life tell these bitches check the file ho  
bitches cannot rap on these beats that they see me ridin on 
tell er hit the booth but she ain’t even on that timin tho 

man shall i even keep going 
from the bars to the flow you bitches really be borin 
bitch married to the money we ain’t never divorcin 
and i don’t have to try so hard so this is really a warnin 

bitch i’m highest on the pedestal 
flow is so incredible 
pussy too sweet i got em high like off a edible 
they music so unbearable 
bitch i’m so uncomparable 
you bitches can’t rap always bragging bout numericals 

tyra tyra tyra tyra 
im tyra 
so tyra 
really tyra 
bitch i’m tyra

TYRA’S DIARY

Allegations (feat. Mesa)

Big mamas return
Lyrics below
⬇️

I get bitches mad
Niggas know I’m bad 
Bitch I’m but my bag 
All the ass in the back 
I get bitches mad

pissy bitches pissed off cause I am the shi 
Tell them bitches I got flow
 and it ain’t from a period 
These bitches stay on my dick 
I be popping em like a zip  
Booty softer than a pillow but you bitches lookin in brick  
Why u fuckin  mad 
I’m so fuckin bad 
might fuck on yo dad 
All this fukin ass 
I got all u bitches
Mad 
Pissed  off  
And that’s word to girly 
Big blunts all green 
Bitches think I’m earthy 
Nd my body curvy 
Eat it up like curry 
Got her nigga ballin on me  now this bitch wanna hurt me
Wait 
Baddie 
Teseki 
These Bitches can’t beat me 
Hollup I am so bad that bitches wanna be me  
And I’m Pretty like sweetie  
When you bitches see me 
All you hating bitches gon 
see me on they tv 
I’m so bad 
You bitches gon stay mad 
I got a big fat ass 
That niggas wanna grab

Uh okay I hop out the car just to get a cigar 
Usher bitch ima super 
Star 
Bad lil bitch in a pink foreign 
Car 
Body so curvy it get niggas hard 

Bitch I go crazy yk i stupid 
Shooters like navy my nighas is ruthless 
Sahtiva im high asf bitch I be zooted 
Niggas fall in love with me bitch like Cupid 
 
Ghetto bitch sweet like kool aid 
Pink bitch real pretty like a bouquet 
Ass fat nigga eat me like a buffet 
Got off the top came back like a tupee

BITCHEZZ MADD

Looking at myself in the mirror like 
Damn look at them curls look at that design 
Dont pin me with them girls we are not alike
If the coin ain’t absurd then you not my type 

Yeah
All you hoes face to the front 
We know you hate it when we pop out so control ya grunts 
Me and my bitches copping bags like we on a hunt 
So come and get you a lil snack cause im serving cunt 

Yeah
Serving cunt oh thats right 
The nigga said he want my time and i said name your price 
Your title aint worth nothing here so go take a hike
Continue biting off they flows cause yall all alike 

Yeah
It’s bitches of higher power here
You cone headed hoes lame and i been made it clear
There aint no scale there is not a tier
I been that and thats on your fucking momma dear

Yeah
He all in 
Bitch he know he all in 
Dont need no powder this all skin

IDK2

Girl of His Dreams (prod. OKWEAPONS! X MUCO)
NovaGalore - [Misfit]
℗ 2025 NovaGalore

He said he like my body, got him tryna feel up on me
He took me on a date, I wore the brand new heels he bought me
Dat boy was scared to shoot his shot, he can’t believe he caught me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me

Saw me at the mall, he could’ve sworn he seen a bitch before
Meeting up with me, ain’t got no money? Meet up wit the door
I’m thinking about dropping out of school, but I need it though
‘Cause who else they gone call when they need Bossa to come teach a ho?
Like a book, I’ll read a bitch
I preach and reach a bitch
Thanksgiving, feast a bitch
Tesehki, eat a bitch
All these foreign cars paid off, I ain’t leasing shit
I fight bitches head and fists up, I ain’t sneaking shit
Skirt off in that rover, it say “Boss-Btch” on the tag
Niggas doing shit to impress other niggas? You’s a fag
No, my name is not Sonic, but, yes I does the dash
Smoking weed in this Milano, need a tray for this ash, bitch

He said he like my body, got him tryna feel up on me
He took me on a date, I wore the brand new heels he bought me
Dat boy was scared to shoot his shot, he can’t believe he caught me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me
The girl of his dreams, he can’t believe he got me

I’m a dream girl, nigga come into my dream world
Been a thing girl, ever since I hopped on MeanGworls
私はスターです, where the fuck my japanese girls?
Whole team keep some pape with us, we the green girls
On my Aakosha Bentley, y’all just some mad hoes
Them heels you just bought? My daughter had those
Ain’t giving no handouts, ho that’s why I keep my bag closed
50 star bitch, put my face up on a flagpole
Huh, on a flagpole
50 star bitch, put my face up on a flagpole
50 star bitch, (Put my face up on a flagpole)
50 star bitch, put my face up on a flagpole

Girl of His Dreams

Chorus 
Yeah 
I need a wild boy
Yeah
Who likes to seek it and destroy?
Yeah
Come show me what you bou-ou-out
Riding lessons profou-ou-ound

Yeah 
I can make it go round round round round 
I can make it go round round round round 
Yeah
I’ll make it go round round round round 
Riding lessons profou-ou-ou-ound

Verse 1
Yeah 
Sitting ‘round aint an option 
You better bust me down with no caution 
Go head and claim it now like an auction 
And take a sip on your lil concoction 

Yeah
Im not playing nice today
Cant control my waist, every move i switch my pace
Hot an honey plate, serve it up it get you straight
Better move with haste, nigga finna get replaced
Aint no time to wait cause i need a 

Chorus 
Wild Boy
Yeah
Who likes to seek it and destroy?
Yeah
Come show me what you bou-ou-out
Riding lessons profou-ou-ound

Yeah 
I need a wild boy
Yeah
Who likes to seek it and destroy?
Yeah
Come show me what you bou-ou-out
Riding lessons profou-ou-ound

Yeah 
I can make it go round round round round 
I can make it go round round round round 
Yeah
I’ll make it go round round round round 
Riding lessons profou-ou-ou-ound

Verse 2 
Yeah 
Eat it like a kit kat eat it like a kit kat
Like Dora if i need my tools i call my backpack 
You’se attending this circus act tonight 
Hold ya titties, we going on a ride

Yeah
Make that shit go boom dont be lousy
Boom dont be lousy
Way i move so profoundly, bitch might as well say howdy
Keep your cool when its bout me, cause i can go for round three
And bitch i wouldnt even bust a sweat cause

I can make it go round round round round 
I can make it go round round round round 
Yeah
I’ll make it go round round round round 
Riding lessons profou-ou-ou-ound

Chorus 
Yeah
Who likes to seek it and destroy?
Yeah
Come show me what you bou-ou-out
Riding lessons profou-ou-ound

Yeah 
I need a wild boy
Yeah
Who likes to seek it and destroy?
Yeah
Come show me what you bou-ou-out
Riding lessons profou-ou-ound

Yeah 
I can make it go round round round round 
I can make it go round round round round 
Yeah
I’ll make it go round round round round 
Riding lessons profou-ou-ou-ound

WILDBOY

Lyrics:

[HOOK]


[Verse 1]
Just left from the bank, 
i got money bitch

smack that smirk off yo face, 
ain’t that funny bitch

I get money 
then i dip ona mad hoe

you steady pocket watching 
while i let this cash flow


bags on bags on bags
i get cash, i dont let it stack

he be looking at the back 
like that shit hella fat

i be like 
“nigga i know, want me to throw it back?”

well nigga this shit cost, 
so that mean throw a stack


big booty bitches in the corner
they gone rack it up

i got a bitch that do that rocky
she gone shake it up

i got a bitch that dont play 
she make you cough it up

my bitches hitters 
& yo bitches they done softened up


[HOOK]


[Verse 2]
Face, 10
Body, 10
But he love this cake

I put it on em, 
he dont even wanna masterbate

I’m in the gym, in my skims
loosing hella weight

But my pockets look like lizzo 
when she celebrate


oh you mad doggy, 
here go a bone, fetch!

can’t nobody pass me up, 
i’m in my own test(tesla)

i heard you sleeping on me
you need some more rest?

but when you wake up 
make sure that you get some more crest


why the fuck do you bitches 
be living down bad

I’m walking out the store 
& all you see is brown bags

it be the way you bitches talk
you bitches sound mad

when we pull up mugs
you’ll probably make a clown laugh


[HOOK]

IDK2

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