Barbie Pussy

Lyrics:

Chorus
I walk up in the spot 
Looking hot 
So nigga shoot your shot 
Feeling thott-y
You see the clock 
Don’t have to stop 
Now I got you on rock
Come Watch this spicy 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 

Verse 1 
We stealing the show 
When i walk in know the code 
Nigga eyeing me 
Blinking slow 
It’s not my fault that I’m chose 

She can make that thing 
bounce and goo 
Got ya niggA steady on stone 
Bitches looking the same, Y’all clones
When I enter
They shocked, they froze

Come get your man 
Licking his lips 
Could Give a shit bout a bitch
That like to sneak diss
Way too lit
To be putting up with yo bullshit
You stiff 
Leaving the party in yo man whip 

Chorus
I walk up in the spot 
Looking hot 
So nigga shoot your shot 
Feeling thott-y
You see the clock 
Don’t have to stop 
Now I got you on rock
Come Watch this spicy 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 

That Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 

Verse 2
Oh yeah
A hottie with a body 
You never seen nothing 
Like this 
No stranger to the game 
I can teach you my ways
You like that?
The tricks that I can do
Got him paying for food 
And expenses 
Bet you wanna be like this huh

He rubbing on my feet in the car
You know you’ll never be up to par 
Classy
Hella quiet but he know I can nasty 
Yeah

Chorus
I walk up in the spot 
Looking hot 
So nigga shoot your shot 
Feeling thott-y
You see the clock 
Don’t have to stop 
Now I got you on rock
Come Watch this spicy 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs 
Body 
Snatch the scene, scene 
Hella pretty
But attitude all mean, mean 
Cant you see
That I don’t have to be, be
Where you be
Can’t help it I’m too popping, popping
For all your bs

B.S.

Bankroll w/ M4RI remix

TITN (DIVAMIX)

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Real Talk

Lyrics:

Chorus 
You know I ain’t for free 
If you got that money then you know just where I be 
You know that you can 
Just toss me that cash 
And baby I might just throw you some ass 
I know you want that

Know you love when I act mean
Staring at the body got my pics all in your screen 
You know that you can 
Just toss me that cash 
And baby I might just throw you some ass 
I know you want that

Verse 1 
Stop and pause
Can’t take the tension 
Baby just drop your draws 
Been distracted lately I know that I’m the cause
Thinking about me that nigga lost in thoughts 
Come taste the sauce

Let’s get this show up on the road 
A thug nigga teach me all his ways I know the code 
Stop looking at me like that get me all in my zone
Baby I’m cold 
So wrap that body all up on me 
Body so sweet 
I’ll give you a private party

Chorus 
You know I ain’t for free 
If you got that money then you know just where I be 
You know that you can 
Just toss me that cash 
And baby I might just throw you some ass 
I know you want that

Know you love when I act mean
Staring at the body got my pics all in your screen 
You know that you can 
Just toss me that cash 
And baby I might just throw you some ass 
I know you want that

Verse 2
If you act up 
baby you get smashed up 
Cause a scene yeah 
baby be my actor 
Make a quick buck 
Better leave me cashed up
Last nigga acting crazy so you in luck

Let’s play with no clothes 
I’ll let you take you a dose  
In love with the cake 
Let my strike my lil pose 
If you do what you post 
then we can stay on the low 
Your body the goal 
So baby keep that shit close 

Chorus 
You know I ain’t for free 
If you got that money then you know just where I be 
You know that you can 
Just toss me that cash 
And baby I might just throw you some ass 
I know you want that

Know you love when I act mean
Staring at the body got my pics all in your screen 
You know that you can 
Just toss me that cash 
And baby I might just throw you some ass 
I know you want that

WNT THT

Scrapped - Treasure Box

IN THE MIX

(original song by MinkzKaoir)

AYO, IM BACK UP ON MY RAP SHIT

I GOT NIGGAS IN THE DEN
POSTED UP

READY TO CLAP SHIT

THESE BITCHES HURT
GOT EM CONTRACTING

PLUS IM SPINNING IN THE BENZ
MINUS YOU, LIKE ITS A FRACTION


YOU SEE THE LIGHTS

QUE THE CAMERA
NOW THATS ACTION….

I SELL EM SEX
BET HE LEAVE WITH SATISFACTION

BUT DONT FORGET MY DONATION.

STEADY GOOPING NIGGAS
THEY COMING BUT BITCH THEY PAYING

CHILLING WITH A SHAWN
NO MENDES, BUT BITCH A WAYAN

PEACH SIT UP RIGHT,  NO SIL
IM HEAVY WEIGHTING

UH

SEE KITTENS, STEADY TRYNA BE ME
TEACH A BITCH LIKE A B
BUT STILL, YOU COULD NEVER C DEE

NIGGA PICKED ME UP
AND HAD ME SPINNING LIKE A CD

NOW HE WANNA FLIP IT, NO SKIPPING
PLAYING ON REPEAT

MM.

WE ON THE ZOOM
GOT EM GAGGING FOR DOOM

IM THE KYLIE TO HIS TRAVIS
HIGHEST ONE IN THE ROOM

BITCHES PRESSED FOR SOME ATTENTION 
LIKE THEY CAME OUT THE WOMB

GOT A EP ON THE WAY
AND BITCH IM DROPPING IT SOON

HO!

YA

#FREEBANDS
#FREEBANDS

WE YELLING OUT
#FREEBANDS

WE DONT FUCK WITH NIGGAS
WITH DEM, 
EMPTY HANDS

IF DEASIA IN THE ROOM

U KNOW HE 
GIVING UP BANDS
HOE!

#FREEBANDS (DMIX)

Gnarlycup

archiving cuz i can if someone takes ts down oh well

Scrapped - Treasure Box

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