Knockoffs Ft The Girly

(Prod. K-rock Rockin)

Lyrics:

only barbie bitch
with the actual 
barbie’s bitch

since 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
i just been a 
barbie bitch 

so when y’all hear 
a hating fat bitch lying,
don’t believe that shit

cause i told her put a 
piece up & she’s yet to
put up shit 


bitch i push 
my pen & it hurts
like a needle

couldn’t have 
the talents if you 
was a fucking
eagle 

if she keep 
on talking gone & 
pass the desert eagle

but let her
keep on talking
cause she losing 
like the eagles


you giving waffle house

we not gone talk it out

but you my dog so we can 
go outside & walk it out

& she obsessed 
with me, wait & see 
what i’m dropping now

used to be quiet but 
now the bitch wanna 
pop it now


ball like super bowl,
bitch you super old

if she think she
nicki then that
bitch a stupid hoe

i got bank rolls,
you got belly rolls

you ain’t getting
green, you don’t 
even eat vegetables


like bitch get back,
name go click clack

anything i want, 
i’m gone get that

get me any beat,
i’m gone rip that

go bananas, im gone
split that

bitch you broke,
you need to fix that

push your wig back,
get my get back 

put the crown 
down you don’t fit that 

everything all
these hoes do, 
been did that


you giving waffle house

we not gone talk it out

but you my dog so we can 
go outside & walk it out

& she obsessed 
with me, wait & see 
what i’m dropping now

used to be quiet but 
now the bitch wanna 
pop it now


bitch im like god,
they see me & gawk

bitch you’re like.. odd
all you do is mock

all you do is stalk,
bitch you is a fraud

bitch i am the princess
and you couldn’t be 
the frog


no forealeo, bitches 
know the dealeo

pass me the emilio,
bitch im really 
billie goat 

you milli vanilli hoe, 
dizzy hoe, can’t fuck 
with no silly hoe

can’t fuck with mo
big bitch either, i’m just
 too damn skinny hoe


you giving waffle house

we not gone talk it out

but you my dog so we can 
go outside & walk it out

& she obsessed 
with me, wait & see 
what i’m dropping now

used to be quiet but 
now the bitch wanna 
pop it now


tell a bitch calm it,
i’m a shooting star 
like a comet

read her like 
hooked on phonics

keep it in the 
comments

put it on your
top like a bonnet

throw the money
up like a vomit

don’t nobody 
do not doll shit
less me & my girls 
co-sign it

so lil bitch give
it up cause we’ll
never ever co-sign it

WAFFLE HOUSE

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things 
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things

Verse 1:
Smashed on the beat and the beat got sicker, Beyoncé
Nigga want me cus I’m thicker, snicker
Ion do the rah rah bicker
Pumped up kids with the kicks better run, got a gun
Where the black cards at? it’s a stick up
Pour the fuzz and I sip up
Throw my shoes off, no not kick ups
And the gang gonna click back, no clique up
Boom pow, there’s your ass shots
Do it big, caps lock
Make them chickens dance since they wanna be a mascot
Spilling lean in my new bugatti
Stretch it out like we do Pilates
Constellation, just copped a body
Line em up like coke, Bobby
“Amilli you so extra”, I’m not ya regular degular 
 How you try to stage a stunt, and you still the extra?
Shoutout to maj, I ain’t never lied
He like open up, it’s demon time
New acrylics, it’s me-me (mimi) time
Sunflower bitch (sonflower), you a seed of mine

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things

Verse 2:
Nigga, what you wanna do?
Jack it like it’s Looney Tunes
Bitches on they Fruit of Looms,
but worried bout what’s on my shoes
When I get to dirty dancing, the gorillas go bananas
We’on fuck with propaganda, we’on do AMILLI slander
Drip pressure, no hydraulics
Lemme feed you hoes some knowledge 
Ima hire me a stylist, dress me up like Guatemalans
Don’t be biased, I’m the flyest
They just suck my dick in private
And my stock is still suppliant
Flip my wood to gold like Midas
And them hills been hella silent, cus they know I come wit riots
Yeah, money like magic. Gomez
Baddest bitch on my block, Lopez
Anyways, Chanel finna cop me a CC
John Wayne, and I ride on the dick like giddy
And I never got work, I ain’t never been an Iggy
Pretty in the face like Nicki on Getty, bitch

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, yuh, I mean really really bad things

Outro:
Ion really give a fuck who popping, who top notching
Muhammad Ali a bitch, then I have my jeweler ice em
Pull up in a whip, top him off like it’s ice cream
This that nutty butty crunch, caramel, with the frosting, bitch

Bad Things

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

#nickiminaj #future #taemari #monyun #rap #playboicarti

TAE MARI - KITANA FT. MONYUNN

FTCU (REMIX)

*Lyrics*

Why don't you mind your business

See you from the corner of my eye, you like how I dutty wine
Come get in the conga line, and when we get home drink my alkaline
I move to the beat like I'm loco, my body sit like Hayley kiyoko

don't know if I should make you mine, but I know you wanna be my guy
But you don't know how I move, you don't know how I groove
You don't know how I get down, my body rock all over town

This really could ruin our lives, but with you I  think we can get by

I feel so primal, all the blood, sweat, and tears from my body
Melts down, where are you now









I see you walk up on by, why don't you just stay for the night
Party lit and we dance in the light, holdin on  to your hand through the night

Touch all the way down to my waistline, and when we get hom, can we face time
You shrug, say why not
Let's baila till the sun go down
But you don't know how I sway, and you don't know how I shake

you don't know how I step out, oh let me teach you now
This really could ruin our lives, but with you I, think we can get by
I feel so primal, all the blood, sweat, and tears from my body
Melts down, where are you now

I don't have a scratch on me, but Falen on the other hand has a bloody nose, a few scratches, a lot of bruises
I beat her ass

MIND YOUR BUSINESS

Here I Go 
NovaGalore - Single

[prod. KEONAMIRI]
tysm <3

(intro)
bitch it’s nova-
uh bitch it’s NovaGalore

mmmwah!

(hook)
awl shit, here i go
walk thru still shittin on hoes
mean ho 
still hittin’ on hoes
bars still hit
ion miss them hoes

whole lotta hits
ian gotta diss hoes
fake views
ian gotta get those

i cut you off like how long ago?
girl why the fuck is you still in my clothes

(verse 1)
i’m a problem
& you can’t solve it
if it’s a shot
you know i’ma call it

i’m on yo neck
like a stiff ass mullet
he between my legs?
he gotta be ballin’

on DND
boy why is you callin?
come get yo fade 
ho why is you stallin?

it really ain’t yo business
but yes, me & yo nigga been talkin’

i gotcho nigga on demon time
don’t worry about me & mine
i don’t celebrate valentines day
but he still asked if he could be mine

like no, nigga i don’t want you
to be yo bitch? i don’t want to
they say nova don’t care bout shit
uh..bitch am i supposed to?

(hook)
like
aww shit, here i go
walk thru still shittin on hoes
mean ho 
still hittin’ on hoes
bars still hit
ion miss them hoes

mwah
mwah

you my maid
ho wash my clothes
i’m bringing my girls
so bring yo bros

come hop up in this rolls
bitch we finna go to Pappadeaux

(verse 2)
i look betta than 
you & you & you
dats why y’all mad at me

ian talm bout clue
my cheese blue
i spend it happily

i’m inna front
bitch you inna back of me
& sorry
but thts what it has to be

how you talking shit bout me
when you got long, stank & ashy feet

my purse from india
baljeet
i’m so mufuckin bossy

got a whole bunch of birkin bags
& ain’t one of em cost me

i hopped on a PJ to New York
cause i heard they got good coffee
i’m looking fa me a Kia Boy
shoutout to Milwaukee

ya hoes got me rollin’
ian talm bout ray
you ain’t eating this cat?
what you talm bout bae

lick on this icecream 
bombay
wanna live?
do what i say

like why do you bitches mock me?
be original ho don’t copy

i love pink
& i’m a troll
but i’m not princess poppy

(hook)
like
aww shit, here i go
walk thru still shittin on hoes
mean ho 
still hittin’ on hoes
bars still hit
ion miss them hoes

steppin’ out
lemme strike a pose
damn, i’m sick of you dyke ass hoes

keep ya freaky asses off my dick
magic mike ass hoes

(outro)
haha
NovaGalore

…

mwah!

Here I Go

STRIKE ME DOWN

4/20

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