[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

Strip Club (feat. The Girly) [prod. yukisx]
NovaGalore & The Girly - [Misfit]
℗ 2025 NovaGalore

Thirty inch hair
Rack it up
Ass everywhere
Rack it up
Oouuuuu, ah (Do it)

New money, stack it up
New heel, clack it up
New clothing, rack it up
Daddy tryna whoop me cause I'm a-a-acting up
Yo ex bitch wasn't bad enough
I'ma fuck yo nigga face, til he scream he's had enough, ow!
At the strip club, make a big booty bitch back it up
Back it up
Back it up
At the strip club, make a big booty bitch back it up
Back it up
Back it up
At the strip club, throw that money, she gone rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up
At the strip club, throw that money, she gone rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up

They keep on saying Cookie need to get her own nigga
Oh, I can't help it, he a spender, I'm a gold digger
Them bitches picking out our fruit, but they can't roll with us
I'm not a dancer, but oh bitch, I bet my pole bigger
I call my pussy liquor, he gone take a sip again
These bitches sneak & snoop, guess they want my juice and gin
Made him give me brain, now he braggin' to his friends
Wait, Nov, I think I'm gay, so let's Edward Scissorhands (Muah)
Fuck the money up, I'm Mrs. Edward Scissor-Bandz
This paper stacking up, I'ma need some bigger bands
Booty bussing out these britches, think I need some bigger pants
To make it main-stream? NovaG got a bigger chance
His dick too small, need a bigger man
Hoes talk shit, but don't use them hands
She the type fall in love, I'm the type to use the man
I can teach you Girl Code, learn some shit you never knew
All that old ass money, ain't shit bout you bitches new (Oop)

New money, stack it up
New heel, clack it up
New clothing, rack it up
Daddy tryna whoop me cause I'm a-a-acting up
Yo ex bitch wasn't bad enough
I'ma fuck yo nigga face, til he scream he's had enough, ow!
At the strip club, make a big booty bitch back it up
Back it up
Back it up
At the strip club, make a big booty bitch back it up
Back it up
Back it up
At the strip club, throw that money, she gone rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up
At the strip club, throw that money, she gone rack it up
Rack it up
Rack it up

Jiggle 'em, jiggle 'em
B-b-bouncing 'em, bouncing 'em (Rack it up)
Ji-Ji-Jiggle 'em, jiggle 'em
B-b-bouncing 'em, bouncing 'em (Rack it up)
Ji
Jiggle 'em, jiggle 'em
B-b-bouncing 'em, bouncing 'em (Rack it up)
Ji-Ji-Jiggle 'em, jiggle 'em
B-b-bouncing 'em, bouncing 'em (Rack it up)
Ow
Pretty Gang Records
Rack it up

Strip Club (feat. The Girly)

Murderah

- See I got my cake up why you still flour?
- I dont wanna makeup i don’t do powder
- Im fly asf you a Twin Tower
- How you princess P(each) looking like boozer?

- Ima real fish bitch and I get seaweed 
- What the fuck a femboss? You a employee
- Bitches thinking they can rap?diss?even read?
- not the bitch for the job boo try indeed

- Bitch You not a don dilla ? Bitch get realer 
- Try to play me, you’ll get decked,dealer
- Behind bars cause my looks kill her
- I’m too ill I need a healer

- Bitch wanna diss but they know what happened last time?
- You get a F bitch you fail class time 
- Bitches so tired, yawing , nap time 
- Bitch your my daughter wash up,Bath time

- you got one little hit but my shit still out did. you’ll never top it off
- Your just dissed her but now you suck her dick?  thats how you Top it off
- your head gonna be in the same place as your toes, because I chopped it off
- Talk shit and my nigga put a red dot to your nose. now you look like Rudolf

- I make hits I profit off
- Fuck that nigger I’m adolf
- Might pop it off in Viktor Rolf 
- I’m real fish I’m like a dolphin 

- Boo I’m really a ten
- Wanna be the doll then I put em in a bin
- Your not a mother! Let’s not pretend
- Who the fuck ugly! Look AT YO CHIN BITCH

- when it comes to rap I win bitch 
- Walk up in saks i spend bitch
- Now I gotta hit em with a flow switch
- I make hits you throw PITCH

- Ice on my wrist I could really make a Sundae
- You beating me? don’t lie on a Sunday 
- You in the street fighting while I’m on a runway
- If your chun li bitch I’m chun swae

- put em in the ground gotta dig four ditches
- Yea this shit a hitman, and it kill four bitches 
- I ain’t dissing with a hoe who for double digits 
-  Putting Lilo now that bitch got stitches

- i got word play, bars and flows with cadence
- You don’t want smoke! Faggot ass want Fragrance 
- watch yo mouth, better go Surveillance 
- You gone see ya dad! Just wait , patience

Murderah

FactsTho (Freestyle)

Bounce It

RULES (PROD. KEONAMIRI)

BALL

Happy Birthday to me, Droid!

Shut It Down - Lyrics
Miikael, NovaGalore & TAÉ MONROE - Single
℗ 2025 Miikael Productions / PRTTYBOYNATION Records

[Intro: TAÉ MONROE, Miikael & NovaGalore]
(Loser, ew)
(M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Miikael, power up) Ah
(Galore)

[Verse 1: NovaGalore]
Weave too long, let me wrap it up
These hoes get to trippin', I just pack 'em up
Big butt, wanna touch? Then give me your bucks (Ooh)
Get my nut then cut him off, no keepin' in touch (Uh)
He throwin' his money up, I'm throwin' it back (Ah, ah, ah)
Daddy said he like the Range better, so I went with that (Ooh)
I'ma fly the G5, she gon' take the bus (Bitch)
Pretty Gang runnin' shit, just leave it to us (Mwah, mwah, mwah)
Foot up on they backs, man, you hoes so beneath me (Ugh)
What y’all gon' do without Galore? Bitch, you need me (Ho)
If yo' nigga look, I bet that's gettin' him took
He keep on suckin' my pussy, I gotta get him a nook

[Chorus: NovaGalore]
I'ma shut it down (Step through, strike a pose)
Shut it down (Flexed up on you hoes)
Shut it down (Paparazzi gettin' the look)
Shut it down (Galore got you hoes shook)

[Post-Chorus: NovaGalore & Miikael, NovaGalore]
Shut it down (Ow)
Shut it down (Ooh)
Shut it down
Nigga, I shut it down (Ugh)
Shut it down
Shut it down
Shut it down (Post up, shut it down)

[Verse 2: Miikael]
If a nigga on my body with no money, I curse him with pestilence
I call my lil' joce, he give me racks and never estimates
I don't care 'bout no nigga, why would I care 'bout your sentiments?
I'm trumpin' y'all parade, but I ain't bittin' no electorates
I power down to power up, I never gave a single fuck
Don't engage in no conversations if it ain't about a buck
Get on your knees and open up, I'm givin' you my dick to suck
I'm outside with my niggas, hope your pussy ass know how to duck
Where's Marcy? It's a couple niggas who should be shut down
Matter fact, shot down, tell 'em all yo' kill count
The Droid'll never come 'round, I don't like yo' new sound
You ain't in control, what made you think you'd get the Cloud crown?
These niggas too pussy, I'm 'bout to douse 'em with my nut
Cruisin' in Montgomery, shovin' mop handles down they butt
Love the cars and yo' card, he love my dick 'cause it jut
Tryna remodel the drive when I corrupted the LUT
I pull up in a Jag', but Galore wanted the pink Range
I'm gettin' trippy off the red Buzz, I miss the rage
I know you think you got the fans, but them bots on yo' page
And I would hate to kick you down, have you callin' out, "Spare change"
I love hurtin' niggas and breakin' pockets, I'm lovin' my lil' hobby
Clap that ass all on my face to Megan Thee S 'Body'
If I need a few girls on my arm, I'll call up my lil' hotties
Shakin' ass from wall to wall to that new Sissy Nobby
I am the originator, the king, the Droid, the etymology
And fuck Martin Luther, I'm all 'bout inequality
We not the same, I got more money, I am technology
If you don't follow my program, you can die in my colony
I throw hella racks on Pretty Gang and my NATION
If you wanna fight, you can hit me for my location
W-w-we the generation, f-f-fuck the variations
Don't text me 'bout no song, I ain't doin' collaborations, 'cause

[Chorus: NovaGalore]
I'ma shut it down (Step through, strike a pose)
Shut it down (Flexed up on you hoes)
Shut it down (Paparazzi gettin' the look)
Shut it down (Galore got you hoes shook)

[Post-Chorus: NovaGalore & Miikael, NovaGalore, TAÉ MONROE]
Shut it down (Ow)
Shut it down (Ooh)
Shut it down
Nigga, I shut it down (Ugh)
Shut it down
Shut it down
Um, hello? Is this thing on?

[Verse 3: TAÉ MONROE & NovaGalore]
Known to cause a scene on the block, get it hot
If you wanna step to me then it's off with your top
Guillotine (I got that bom-bom like Selen')
I can make a nigga hot, bet he havin' them fever dreams
When I walk in (Nose up), make a scene (Sho'nuff)
Monroe givin' headshots, come and get your close up
I'm a rap bully, bitch, and I'm known to come and diss you
(Presidential suites) Ugh, like the state officials
Ayy, yo, Nova (Ow), I pull up in a space green Rover
Body been tea, you can mix it with the boba
PBN takin' over, ho, I thought I told ya
I'm runnin' shit and steady lappin' across the coast-a

[Verse 4: NovaGalore, Miikael & TAÉ MONROE]
After I shut it down I'ma shake it back up (Ugh)
They like, "Oh shit, Nova finna act up" (Ah)
Strike a post for the flick, f-flip me hair and then I dip
I-I'm the P-P-President but I ain't tryna politic (Galore)
Niggas know not to hit up Miikael for a feature, 'cause I'ma ride
Ain't on that (Bounce it, biggity, bounce it, biggity)? Gon' and move onto the side
Why would I fuck with broke niggas? I bring more than y'all provide
I know y'all hope to mix like Miikael, lil' bitch, continue and try
Y'all cant fuck with me or James Brown, why these hoes so against me?
I be fuckin' your daddy, he send more than you send me
Why the fuck do ugly niggas think that they can end me?
I'm in my own lane, bitch, you could never befriend me (Uh-huh)
Gale or Oprah? A real one issue
This one known for the whip, this one real dismissive
And can get real active, pistol whip you
Now, Miikael, go and make yo' eighteen wishes 
It's my birthday, c'mon baby, shake that ass, ho
She gon' throw it back, shake it fast like a free throw (Hey, hey, hey)
Everything expensive, I ain't never been no cheap ho, weak ho
Line all my hoes up in a row, everybody get a free show (Ow)

[Chorus: NovaGalore, NovaGalore & Miikael]
I'ma shut it down (Step through, strike a pose)
Shut it down (Flexed up on you hoes)
Shut it down (Paparazzi gettin' the look)
Shut it down (Galore got you hoes shook)

[Post-Chorus: NovaGalore & Miikael, NovaGalore]
Shut it down (Ow)
Shut it down (Ooh)
Shut it down
Nigga, I shut it down (Ugh)
Shut it down
Shut it down
It's Nova, Monroe, and Miikael, let's go (Shut it down; Look)

[Outro: NovaGalore & TAÉ MONROE]
Shut it down, nigga
Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down, nigga (Ugh, it's a real nigga birthday)
Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down, nigga (Ugh, it's a real nigga birthday; Mwah)

Shut It Down

man i just rap for the fuck of it
like i can do
i show at any spot
blowing competition, candle
forreal im tired of discussin it
if its a problem
im pressin it
my nigga cop me the vetements 
they stomach is bubbling
all my niggas getting money
we ain ever need a visa
i be in ibiza
them bitches is smokin tina
and imma 5 star bitch
he trickin and tryna treat her
he gon call me baby
or blessa the soul eater
you know this mink real
somebody gon call peta
yk my ice never chill
 my diamonds on freezer
the type of bitch to make a bitter nigga
crash out
if he act out
keep the 40s in the back now
never back down
the black benzi w  forgiatos
my pockets on nikacado
bitch i been getting money
i look like a fuckin model
this red ink
my face tat
ass on big back
but the waist on bitch where
plus my cat fat
i’m untouchable bird bitches
is waiting and plotting
my niggas choosy
they curve bitches
i poke em like notti
i copped g.z
and it was just show off
how bitches watching my pockets
w no money at all
i come in first place 
every time
ion need to run
at the finish line
bitches still waiting for the gun
he wanna dive in it
talkin messy
let him slip n slide in it
then i remove him as a follower 
put the page on private
leave her in the muck (muk) when i bang
pink diamond fangs on my teeth
all white set on my feet
when i open up the iphone camera 
i see a bad bitch
looking at me
w her bands up
don’t make me have to throw a fit and have to call my ooter ******
them hatin bitches clique and pander
comedy like stand up
bankrupt
no money
no coin
and nothing to show for 
they just living they best life
of being a broke whore
so you can stay mad that i’m better
poster girl dresses w the mink cumbrellas
blowin pressure fs
see them bitches in the rearview
tell the driver floor it
i’m lookin forward its a clear view
bitches not important

NO HOOK (lyrics in desc.)

DEM MY BITCHEZ

“I mean it really was a hobby for a minute”

DEM MY BITCHEZ

Jafari