OH I WANNA BE LIKE HER… ass bitches. be yourself, that’s the only way you’ll prosper baby! -Juku 💋

HOT TOPIC REMIX

No Mercy

Lyrics 

Jimmy on my shoe match the Lou that I got from dude 

van cleef on my wrist I can see why these bitches piss 

gorillas out the zoo smash a Nigga if he acting lose 

eating all these bitches let’s not act like it’s nothing new 

Nigga couldn’t fuck us so he fuck the friend for a blue 

jewelry on my ear bling bling that’s what diamonds do 

he ain’t have no money so me and perf had to make ‘em loot 

wouldn’t fuck that Nigga even if he had a hunnid blue 
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flying niggas out you Might as well be the pilot boo 

how that’s yo Nigga but yo dick is way bigger then yo dudes 

Dior on my 
Duffle bout to bored my jet in a suttle 

first stop Los Vegas sombody point me zoo cages

IDFWU DollMix(Perf)

Lyrics 

every time i see yo nigga he say i’m getting finer

he wanna eat off the bone ain’t talking fine china

a fast chain on my neck bitch yo jewls givin dina

ya whole style doll made bitch its clear i designed ya

ya whole brand bitch i made that

n yo last song nobody played that 

my nigga stay stocked so we can trade that

n when you speaking on the doll bitch just state facts

mirror mirror who the fairest in the mf land

no doll you a action figure acting like a man

all up on the gram sis really editing her hands

in aerocrombie you should’ve been editing ya brands

bitch i’m onnat

n this ain’t no diss record this just all facts

i got a chinese nigga he eat all kat

man this bitch built bad she just all back

i really paved the way for a lot of you bitches

money doubling now i ain’t talking bout twitches

i tried to save bryice but he burned them bridges

bitches hard as rock need to detransition

i just checked my wrist i’m on van cleef timing

i got all this ass so that nigga stay climbing

pussy really pretty think he wanna eat the siamese

you hoes ain’t runner up even if you was behind me

when i see you i just might smack that

making real coin i ain’t scamming on snapchat 

uber everywhere but only in that matte black

bitches stay on my page but never double tap that

ya whole brand bitch i made that

n yo last song nobody played that 

my nigga stay stocked so we can trade that

n when you speaking on the doll bitch just state facts

Facts

They rocking L’s, no Cool J
Bitch who are you? You a NB, 2k
Rap game boring, heat it up, soufflé 
Keep your flowers, I could buy the whole bouquet 
I’m the one catching all the licks, but still the one getting all the hits
How much love? I want all of it
Camel mouth, I got all the spits
Pepto-bis, I’m with all the shits
Smell the rats, quite garlicky
Brushed em out, now I’m gargling
Green guap, olive gardening
Why these hoes so one chip challenge? Cus when a hoe trip gotta check a bitch balance
Only time I trip is at the Buckingham Palace
Pull up with a 40, boom, powder

These sour limes looking real ripe
I been benching bitches, body real right
Like a turtle neck, pussy real tight
And I’m fully armored, call me suge knight

Doubled the bag, let me double back, reverse Cadillac, that’s a body bag
You say it’s up? Bitch, I’m down with that
We ain’t gon pay it, it’s a fine for that

Tryna use Milli for a look, can’t do it
15k on the books, still stupid
Somebody call the firefighter cus the whole crew lit
Mouth get nasty, I’m Pruitt
They running out, they can stop it there
On they knees, never for a prayer
It’s a lot of flocks in the air, I swear
One on one with Milli? They never would dare

Maybe I should just flower down, let ‘em be don’t make a sound
Cus when the karma come through for the mound, the crown gon sit and the queen gon shout
Purge night, didn’t paint the town
Got a big toy, go baka blow
Who y’all got orchestrating this banding?
Groupie ass hoes piled up in a wagon

It’s okay, ima count the days, and all the ways they gon misbehave 
And all the ways ima break the bank
Reach out to haters, ima give ‘em thanks
Cus I upped the rank, and I cleared the dank, and I cleared the planks, 
And I pull these lambs with a yank of the cane,
And I stay ready for the next war, Islam, fuck you saying?
Don’t say my name in vain
Bitch, I steer the reigns
Y’all don’t mean a thing
I’m in every lane, call it road rage
Lion in a cage
she ain’t seen the light, lying in a cave
Fuck you got to say, “Rapper Holiday”?
Slaughtered your dreams, my apologies 
No comparison, stop analogies
Big backs getting filled with batteries

Wouldn’t give a fuck if you cared if I was dead
Fun fact, got a super duper high GPA
Guess you ain’t my sis, cus you can’t relate,
And I’m still gay, yippy yah, yippy yay
Janky bitch, I ain’t sharing cake
I ain’t babysitting, fuck child’s play
Yeah, I duck the chuckies, I ain’t play dating
When I cut the cake, they’ll be still hating
So, I’m just breathe in, meditate it

“Realest” Freestyle

Gunna & Barbie - Poochie Gown

HOLLYWOOD - Lyrics 

[chorus]
i walk out nd all i c are lights, stars
androids, egos

i walk out nd all i c are lights, stars
androids, egos

[verse 1]
came to hollywood wit nothin but a dream
ion need no impersonators on my team
trap a nigga, play into my little scheme
like the movie scream, u dyin in ya scene

u a nobody, actin u somebody
when u ain't got no body

yo mug funny, and u aint got no money
drink some tea, u sick honey

[chorus]
i walk out nd all i c are lights, stars
androids, egos

i walk out nd all i c are lights, stars
androids, egos

[verse 2]
i came out lookin so fly,
yo nigga lookin at me like he should.

face fab, hair done, ass up,
lookin back like i said he would.

ion argue wit the top 50,
i just think they misunderstood.

cause me and my bitches look better than them,
we ain't just pullin niggas that come from the hood.

yk im lyrical, it ain't no miracle,
ion copy bitches, im original.

i can just picture u, cryin, hysterical,
u was screamin, "they was so inimical!"

bitch, it ain't typical, u can't be digital,
hard copies tryna reach the pinnacle.

we can get physical, verse like reciprocal,
potus and flotus, ballots like political.

lights, stars, androids, egos
is they cryin cause they aint my amigos?
too bad, so sad, no free throw
jackin niggas, and i dont go by tito

just give yo mother her accolades
she the princess, and you the bummy maid
all the real shit that yo mother made 
is why u still here for another day

she said she want beef, but she dont want the trouble
i stay in the front like a clef on a treble
u niggas dl, no o, no shuffle
rumblin nd tumblin, now we gon tussle

i know sum stars and u not one
stop tryna flex wit that fake gun
no need to run, cause i been won
i heard bitches sayin ya career done (Awwww)

[chorus]
i walk out nd all i c are lights, stars
androids, egos

i walk out nd all i c are lights, stars
androids, egos

“Realest” Freestyle

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