White Girl Wasted ( AMILLI , TAÈ MONROE )

MOSHPIT/ROCKOUT

Lyrics:

I got bitches on that Barbie
I got bitches on that new new  

I got bitches on that Pretty Gang
I got bitches on that Miu Miu 

I got bitches on that Princess 
Bitches saying shit I been said 

Tell these bitches step they weight up 
I don’t know why bitches bench pressed 

I got bitches on that Megan (Fox) shit
I got bitches on that Model tip 

Now these bitches tryna bang Pink 
Now they tryna be a Blonde bitch 

I got bitches making music 
Now they copying my music 

Even if I didn’t make it up 
They know Barbie introduced it 

I got bitches tryna sing now 
Now these bitches want a Dreamhouse 

Now they bragging bout some numbers
I eat these bitches up for supper 

They only hot for one Summer 
What a Judy Moody bummer

I show my ass like a Plumber 
These bitches jacking like a lumber 

I got bitches on that 'Diva' wave 
My money long like Nia, bae 

He call me Baby Girl, Aaliyah, bae 
He wanna eat the Strawberry Cake 

But only if your money tall bae 
I’m never fucking on no shortcake 

I can’t believe these bitches copy me 
Have you took a look at your face? 

I do it first, that’s early
I been the motherfucking Girly 

Check the dates & receipts 
All these bitches wanna be me 

Bitch you really wish you was me
All these niggas wanna fuck me 

I’m the Pretty Gang President 
So believe me, bitch you ugly 

Where is that money you rap about? 
I post all the shit that i rap about

You bitches ain’t coinsy, y’all cappin out
Put me versus you & you tappin out 

I log off these apps & I’m somebody 
You log off these apps & you nobody 

Y’all bitches is fat, body so sloppy 
I’m making real plays fuck a rap hobby

I got bitches on that Paris
Primadonna & a Heiress 

All these gays is my sons,
But they not in my will like a ferris

I’m the Barbie Doll Bible
I’m the Barbie Doll God bitch

Head Main Final Doll bitch 
The Dollsheet & The Dollprint

The Dollasaince & The Dolliverse 
They was just begging me for a verse 

These bottom bitches tryna top sum?
I guess these little faggots wanna verse 

I’m really all these bitches Sensei 
We cut from a different Kente 

Across all Streaming Platforms 
I surpass more than 500k

& don’t think you off the hook hoe
I put you bitches on that Lindsay

I can’t forget about Kim K
& I better not see no Britney

I’m the original, they’re not
They tryna twin, I been Clermont

Way before 2021,
But you wasn’t there before 21

You was a fan in my comments
You hoes make me wanna vomit

They only want it when I’m on it
I show you bitches how to Doll it

You bitches all up in them Discord’s
Y’all know y’all got a bitch bored

I’m the Mood & the Vision bitch
I know I’m all over a bitch Board

If it wasn’t for me sitting bitches
Then you wouldn’t be viral on Twitter bitches

You can’t go to no prom hoe
They don’t want no tranny nigger bitches  

It’s not a bitch alive can handle me
I’m the internet, can’t cancel me

Everybody wanna piece of me
Bitches always tryna sample me

I represent a generation
& a whole fucking nation 

These bitches my creation,
Princess Coronation 

Try to take my Princess Diary
I’m killing bitches like a Haitian 

If I was one of you bum bitches,
I’d boss up & stop hating

GOT B*TCHES

ITS FINALLY HERE !! TYSM FOR ALL THE LOVE FOR THE SNIPPETS 🫶🏽! 

LYRICS: 

ALL MY BITCHES SHAKIN ASS HE KNOW HE FINNA TAP THAT 
HE ASK WHATS THAT NOISE? NIGGA I TOLD YOU IT CLAP BACK 
PUT THIS PUSSY ON EM TURN THAT NIGGA TO A KNICK KNACK 
HE CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT YOU’D THINK THAT NIGGA WAS SNIFFING CRACK 

TAP THAT 
TAP THAT 
TAP THAT NIGGA x4

MY VERSE: 

Told him to let go of my wall, now the nigga throwing a hissy fit 
He said it was to tight but nigga i can always make it fit 
He said he wanna punch but nigga can you even take a hit 
Let him between my legs and the nigga can’t find the (muah)

So nigga watchu wanna do
You wanna bite you wanna chew 
He tryna eat it off the bone, he wanna look come take a view 
He tryna see sum ass, nigga wanna see my rear view 

Beat it up again and again 
Come take a hit but don’t tell yo friends 
Nigga wanna get in my playpen 
He wanna save me like a fireman 

Strip Club and we poppin bottles
Body tea like i’m a model 
Fuckin him, got him singing gospel 
Sorry nigga ian mean to startle 

MUNI: 
Tap that card to tap my peach
Swipe that shit for fruit, ninja
Hey Zyon, may I bring a couple boys over for dinner?
Wanna do stranger things?
Gotta wait until eleven hit
Took him to see the light
I told him this his Thomas medicine
I’m a rap bitch bully, but niggas, just tease ‘em a lil’ bit
He feeling stressed, I grab his balls and I just squeeze ‘em a lil’ bit
Fuck until dawn, shut the fuck up ‘fore I break you bitch
My ice shining so I guess I need a break for wrist
(Now break for this)
Tap that ass while bitches I just silk press them
All these hoes is pussy and yes I still pet them 
She ain’t wanna play, so I benched her
I’m the rap quencher

Muni

They like, “How the fuck you sonning bitches?”
Lifted up my hand
…

VERSE 2:
Wrist Cold, Icy, Y’know we the fuckin winners

BITCH IM TWERKING IN THE BACK OF A VAN 
ALL I BE AROUND IS FUCKIN TENS 
HE TRYNA MAKE ME FLY , NO PETER PAN
I SHOULDA KEPT HIS ASS A FAN

TAP THAT, NIGGA TAP THAT ASS 
HANDSTAND, MAKE THAT SHIT CLAP BACK 
HE SAID NIGGA THAT ASS REAL FAT
BUT WATCHU GON DO WITH ALL OF THAT
(MUAH) 

I GOT A COUPLE BITCHES IN DA BACK WHO TRYNA SISSOR 
HE SAID HE TRYNA TAKE CONTROL OF ME BUT NO SZA
HE SAID IM REALLY ILL ON DA BEAT, MY FLOW IS SICKER 
AND I PUT MY STAMP ON THIS SHIT LIKE A FUCKIN STICKER 

I SEE THAT BITCHES GOT A PROBLEM WITH THE WAY I FUCKIN RAP 
BUT LIKE A FUCKIN PRESENT BITCHES KNOW THEY NOT GETTING THE WRAPS

SHAKE THAT ASS BITCH KEEP THROWING IT 
GET BEHIND IT LIKE A TRUCK HE TOWING IT 
HE SAID HE GOT GOOD PIPE SO SHOW IT THEN 
SHE SAID SHE WANT THE LIGHT SO BITCH IM SMOKING IT

TAP DAT (feat. Muni Ace)

Kiss That

Lyrics: 

chase money it feel like vitamin good for my body my paper prenatal 
i pull it out and i aim for the face i feel like giving these bitches a facial 
just left the mall i done spent a few faces got different money in all different racials
niggas be spendin i only want labels 
and for the bitches that’s hating i’m grateful 

opps in the buildin we causing a scene 
sippin on dirty but my money clean 
bitches be wanting attention i’m takin they face and im spreadin it in all in between 
can’t get enough of me call em a fein 
too many carrots like come kiss the ring 
diamonds on chandelier wrist on marine 
wake up get money den pray the routine 

bitches is chop but im ina lamb 
fast money feel like a scam 
got bitches wishing to be what i am 
this when you living the life of the fchamp 

shoes on short bus fly shit only let bitches know that my money retarded 
she look a fool bitches can’t fw me fein for a mention it go disregarded 

tell em get on they can’t too bad i guess you bitches ain’t up for the job 
got a white nigga he spending some racks can’t say his  name so we callin em bob 
i’m keepin it cool im keepin it player stuntin on bitches that’s hating afar 
spend it again wakin up feelin i wanna go drop a house on a car

and when i lay me down so asleep 
i pray for my riches and my soul to keep 
walk by faith and not by fright 
and step on these bitches that’s wanting my life 

wrist on cold stone 
always got motion like roll stone 
bitches know talk in a low tone 
smoking on ozone 
i cannot share with these bitches my name on this shit no co own 

pick up ya pen if i was the judge of this shit i’d be tellin these bitches to go home 
diamonds on candy paint i’m glossy all the mad bitches the ones that i snow on 
if it’s a problem callin my niggas telling em all of the bitches to blow on 
i see that bitches still watching page i guess im giving sum to take note on

PLAYERS PRAYER

hiiii thx for fw wit my soundcloud il do another verse dats bbetter later but thx again

Who gassed her up more then chambers with Jews 
the type to slap a bitch in they mouth for thinking she cute 
Bitch I’m top spot 1 year I ain’t nothing to prove 
Shawn dont want the smoke 
Got her geeking over my bars 
Like she smoking up a juel 

She is not made for this 
Can’t spit so they making a diss 
First they love me then these faggots switch 
Grab a shovel dig yo granny outta ditch 
Semi auto onna hip 
empty out the clip 
3rd degree burn to that burnt bitch 
Leave her dead 
Wth her guts hanging out 
in her hands since 
Bitch 
Wanna be fish 



Bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies on bodies 
These Rap bitches bodies im stacking it 
Honey bbq wings skin black bitch 
Like some ribs bitch im racking it 
Twist they mouth up squirrel looking bitch 
Get a hammer now Lee head I’m whacking it 
They Pockets is skinny and bodies is fattin 
career going down and diva is packing it 

Her punchlines on play fight 
That’s why they wanna pay it right ?
All that bitch do is scream in her mic
But bitch is ass I never seen the hype 
Face is so pretty ya nigga might pipe 
I am not done i am not ripe 
Never lacking holding straps like a dyke 
I’ll be in Dallas do you wanna fight ?

Queen shit I be sitting in my palace
Got the crown never fall 
Im fighting off dragons 
Pop up on a bitch like Wsp hoe what happened 
Keep talking 
Might have to take a trip up 
All the way up to Dalla dallas

WHITE FLAGS

gRaVeYaRd GiRl (mirice)

LYRICS BELOW

Here it is
Droppin here and droppin there 
So brat is all that you hear
Im listenin to you rap bitches
still dont get why u here
You put yo name on that chalkboard 
That shit bout to get cleared 
Im wackin hoes on the dot
In case she tryn’ take my spot
And if she pullin up on my block
Then its that lesson she gon learn
She put twitter quotes to that paper?
She gon realize this my turf 
And i get in
going back and forth
Like bad backs 
This gon hurt 
Man

work it wit my girls
And We go around the world
Ouu girl gottem mad
Gottem mad dont i
Bling bling
All you bitches is ki
They get hit wit jealousy 
Yeah i makem kiss the ring
Dont i?
Dont care if you got a problem
Problem
Likely we was gon solvem
Solvem
Ha
I Turn nothin into something
In case these bitches wonderin
Imma bring it right back

he got waves i surf 
Take off his shirt
Pretty face, im her
Ate his check no work
Im such a flirt
But when he call 
I swerve 
I put this pussy onem
He think
Im his world
Hey
Cant fuck unless hes bandsome 
Better pull yo pants up
Im on it 
Yeah bitch i flaunt it
Better get yo hair done
Its often
I get these comments 
That im the main girl
You trash 
Putting all you bitches in that bag 

Im a conversation for the real rap 
And im thankful i got purpose
Im that new wave that specialty 
That weaponizes my hurtin 
You that thank god she had good run
So Now lets cue them curtains
You that wack girl that think she hard
But know that aint for certain
Like oh
Like nigga oh
You praying down on me 
Shit, But i never fall
You bitches boring
Like damn, do u ever talk? 
I got them dollaz
Got that mula
That never fold
Forever cold

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