SHUG - HERMES (PROD. DJ JAVASCRIPT)

SHUG - MS.FASHION

4DC RMX FT MU & MINA

two lil remixes for yall , ENJOY! *listen with headphones*

Mattel-Strawberry Shortcake (Remix)
& 21 Savage- No Opp Left Behind (Remix)


LYRICS|
(STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE)
how the fuck she the “main shooter” but don’t got the aim to shoot ?
  and I’m cuttin thru the middle ,Margiela Tabi the boot


I’m all bout my triple baguettes you can’t be no plain Jane it ain’t the same thang 


I’m so artisté, ur a pencil, I’m super steadyhand,I think she needed a stencil! 


I’m always flossing like a dental , and u bitches needed guidance I think u needed parental . 


Telly on my bag, these bitches cannot rap, Burberry on my ass. my shit so fat AH! 


these broads in my dms like vcious don’t diss me tho! I’m rocking blonde hair it’s really hard to miss me ho


(guiseppe heel)




(NO OPP LEFT BEHIND)
i spit so ill, krista cook couldnt do it better my m.o is to never sleep & always do it better! 


these bitches always ki'ki'ing like i wont drop a hit on em , their motto is to stir the pot until somebody feeling em.


yall think yall hate me now dont let these bundles be brazillian, they tryna cop the shit i got but they dont have no millions.


i had to shut em down , descendants, coalition. we dont start no shit, we just sit back we be chillin.


laughin at theseboys cause they know they flow aint. Chanel bag with the shoes just for quick frame. i stay on point bitch. show "the voice" bitch


   R.I.P to the goat Cameron Boyce bitch. 


pretty bitch way i walk way i talk. served em on a platter, use a pistol or a fork?


multi-platinum, that shit is not a hoax, screamin "NO OPP LEFT BEHIND ", nigga we gon kill em all. 


my wrist so cold, borderline anemic.
 if you turn ur head around youd see my diamonds gleaming .


 im so angelic, exorcism for the demons, when i say im killing shit believe it, i l mean it.


pop it back, yoyo
on a stick, pogo


im mentioned in the comments 
when they see me guess its " bro bro" im all up in my prada wear


but they dont know i tote hoe, wonder where my gun is at?. its in my miu miu tote yo.

STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE/NO OPP LEFT BEHIND

GLOW UP REMIX

suck you to bits, you call me your succubus of those binocular nights
i’m writhing on roofs and you’re watching, writing it down by candle light 
if it’s copulation that i cop with elation, it’s you who police the streets
but i pinky promise that you can one day be my beast that bleats 

used to viewing girls behind veils
pretend to be blind, it never fails
when you’re confined to braille
no need to see to grind the grail 

it’s a mirage, that playground love
i’m all grown-up, gowned + gloved 
used to push you off the monkey bars
now put the junk in the getaway cars

if you posture to perpetrate
don’t forget to usurp their fate
to slurp is to scorn the bowl + hurt the plate 

funny how the black hole’s genital 
but the milky way’s mental
my whole fucking body’s on hourly rental

in the gauzy chambers of our canopied beds
can you read the message buried deep in the threads?  
blood seeps thru the shred, you can keep the bread
it only serves to cheapen the sleeping + the dead 

what chance do we have if even god is jealous?
made all these changes + then didn’t even tell us
and the concept of christ, well, it no longer compels us

i’m content to collude + to contrive
intent to elude, take ‘em on a wild cunt ride 

i undo their zippers + buckles with a profound sigh 
got the weariness of local store checkout girls while you buy 

the cognitive cattle ride in to battle
hard to gallop when you’re the saddle 
feels better when i’m toothless
don’t let me loose, i’m ruthless
on the case, can’t help but sleuth this
to its natural conclusion 
your cock foams 
this her-lock holmes, it’s not an illusion 

autumn turned grim, it locked the sky in steel
my face needs a creampie thrown at it to feel
orphaned before organs met endorphins
the most engorged portions
exorcism as prelude to extortion

phases of matter, phases of the moon
i’m two-faced like a bitch born in june 
ass red as a baboon, i warmed up the tomb 
i’m that pesky thorn you kept trying to prune 

my silence flays you alive
violence that pays the piper to revive
we’re bursting through our fructifying flesh
fucked to death by this flying gilgamesh
i’m in tatters, i resist treason 
the holes you put in me let the breeze in
brain interfered with the breeding 
i get real comfy in crop circles
fruits of my IV keep the soil fertile
always first one out of the girdle

i climb up the walls, i crawl on the ceiling
i can’t survive without it so don’t you dare call it stealing

replies make less sense with each thrust
list credentials, leave cocks concussed 
sit back, watch the phallic flagellation 
proud to bear the badge of contagion 

i’ll take you down where sanitation fears to tread
with a spear to the bed
this is the year of the dead
please: can you do your best to appear interested in what i just said…? 

two sisters down…
two sisters down…
3 to go

do you want just me, or can my sisters come too?
do you like when the virus makes the blisters blue?
my whiskers are soft, my whispers are mews 
on the twisted transistor til the signal goes through 

only get a paper plate, this is no catered wake
perhaps we can revisit at a later date 
once the gator’s ate, but now i steal your spleen
like an ancient queen with the angel gene
i know, hard to believe i’m still only just a teen

got secret compartments in all my bibles
mass shooting in the news cycle 
performs tricks on command
got high jungle demand
had to cancel that whole fungal thing i planned 

for now, make love via mechanism 
how sad to end with a tiny speck of gism 

bring you pie like welcome to the neighborhood
work to death, but why? what makes labor good?
the traitor’s fit to slaughter like a silent saber should 

can’t get into this rectory
if you’re wrecked already (x3) 

sibling cult recruits cryptids with a cutlass
leave them gutless, cut them into cutlets 
whether it's with test tubes or bulldozers 
no one volunteered, i had no choice but to pull donors

we’ve spent years rotting on this trusty rusty rotisserie
murder she wrote: but tell me, what exactly is the whole mystery?

we hit puberty, next up: all hell broke loose
in these jail cells, there can never be a truce
i loitered once then got the death sentence 
waiting to be saved by the gallant sent prince

i sigh + send a specter to a suburb so still 
ate its herb, then it stomped me on a curb treadmill

it's really only a courtesy that i curtsy 
i stay up late to churn the butter until it hurts me 
lost our lease on life down in the pit of despair 
to save me, i need more than this prayer 

3 sisters down (x3)
2 to go

Bonnie

cracking open our own skulls at the crack of dawn 
if you must bleed, please go to the back of the lawn
hold back the yawns, hacked + shed too many skins
nothing left to maneuver within
there’s just manure within

we’re the girls gone, not wild like with wet t-shirts
wild like feral, self-harm threats under tight skirts 
ouch it hurts! perfect, that’s just what we want
got ‘goodbye cruel world’ notes scrawled in comic sans font

will we ever get to the heart of the matter?
and discuss how your precious art’s just blood spatter?
it failed to flatter 
grew up tortured in these gruesome halls 
but then we made a pussy pact + we grew some balls

the slit throat suggests something ominous
the split goat sacrificed for opulence 
we’re fluent in what fools the faint-hearted
the first flu hit + the patron saint parted 

waiting around, clawed ass with no proper usage
come see these deaths: broadcast’s a real exclusive
ends too brutal: it had to be closed caskets
clothed in masks then exposed in outfits 

all day, you hunch over world of warcraft
we’re out of place like girls in a war draft
we’re california dreaming, we’re pyramid scheming
we’re guaranteeing the guillotine is gleaming 

here’s the criterion: don’t cry, teary one
pose a query, devise a theory as the only son
such a lonely gun, without any loose lips around it 
we sink the ships, tie the noose with bound tits 
crowned the queens of the underground glitz

you’ll die in the flames of our hot pursuit 
pluck our trees: pay with your limbs per fruit 
only take a swim in brick boots, 
kick out the ladders, aim for the haloed heads + shoot 

holes leak, you slurp surplus of our sap 
a venus penis fly trap, genius with a back slap
this house of death disgorges debris, you’ll see 
the gorgeous corpses left behind from a suicide spree 

perish from the plague of perennial performing 
issue a fair warning padded with tissues, heartwarming 
haunting as sure to come as the amen that concludes a prayer 
all the pubescent boys prayed to be in our care, we swear 

if we go to the grave bony + mangled with mildew
what could some nosy neighbors’ phony good will do?
come back just to kill you, then relax with an advil stew
crazy girls with krazy glue, takes skill to be this cuckoo 

the locals never understood though they think they really tried
vigilant to the sibilant, fair-haired phantoms until the days we died 

it’s the pristine that lures in the disheveled
it’s the exception which interests the devil 
on another level with assailants in the asylum
female imprints filled with deep sighs + shy thrums

existence ceases, parents pick up the pieces
lick up police kits left by the knobs of the nieces 
it’s a hard job but someone in this room has to end my life
aboard the trolley to the tomb, i must commend the knife 
sibling on each side like a trusty sister wife

finally we can own our realm + our own roost
death sentence deduced while the sentience juiced 
sent where we’re free to wear whatever’s self-induced

we got the floor-length gowns, we got the knee-highs
got the elbow-length gloves….. now we die

Therese

sometimes what’s right turns out to be illegal
sometimes i scalp myself balder than an eagle

i was wrongfully convicted but still choose to execute myself
time to wave bye-bye to the makeup i got all cute on my shelf 
lather it up: i’m whipped cream, hot caramel + butterscotch 
they say the body is to die for, but the face is gutter-botched 

exhaust the flesh, take it piecemeal 
defrost ice with the parental peace deal 
had countdowns to our 18th birthdays
which now won’t ever come
had plans for our worth hidden in a maze 
which now death has struck dumb

reduced down to bone broth
single lightbulb, lone moth 
we’re absolved of all your sin
feathers slowly flattened out, evolved to poreless porcelain skin

heaven-sent out here, a pest simply crawling with pestilence 
but this isn't how the story ends, perp: i promise, it’s only the precipice 

i like autopsies but i loooove long walks on the beach
claw drop feeds the hawks who silence the sea leech  
the violence of free speech, out of reach

found out i’m pregnant but it’s not with meaning
go so hard, like a deep cleaning 
i'm post mortem while i'm postpartum 
got your engines oiled? ready? start 'em

they whisper: “she's slashing throats like heir to a will 
that lovely blonde hair for which i’d kill, 
a scare to thrill, just a spare bit for the drill 
i think she'll make it all clear with a disclaimer 
this isn’t a game to her 
she's sharpening the blade + can you blame her?” 

always wanted me to writhe, now beg, now show some leg 
lived life lithe, from drugs to dregs, more shell than egg 

before the final solution, one of them asks “is that an oasis?”
i turn, shake my head, rare steak in bed: “nah, there’s no way, sis” 

looks like a robbery gone bad yet there’s no forced entry
it all came direct from the sibling source, and ever-so gently 
the indian summer pet me, the windiest winter bent me
then i looked down + frowned + counted all the dents in me 

the answer was so simple, took a whole week to think up
your spit in a thimble, the chic get the drip cup, drink up
when i stop to inspect the human roadkill i don’t spill 
inject the slowed swill with a dose of binary code + free will 

she said it’s ladies’ night in hades, right?
crash the mercedes into heaven’s light, bright 
watch with the empathy of an accountant
body count too high + dry to calculate an amount
a mountain of fake bits + snake pits to squat over
wilting dead clover ended that game of red rover 

4 sisters down (x4)
only 1 to go…

Mary

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