HOW YA ASS A RAPPER WHEN YA ASS DONT EVEN KNOW RAP ? TELL ME THATTT

Musè - FUCK I LOOK LIKE (LOL)

Riddle me this? ftMUSÉ

Nardo Wick - Demon Mode & Fan Hoes (Remix)

Lyrics:

(Diva Mode)

automatically, they mad at me

im balling they ain’t catching me

these bitches got me itching, 
think they better get to scratching me

scratch off, lotto bitch
im bigger than latto bitch

wonder how many bitches mad at me?
i say lotta bitches

& i got lotta riches

that’s like 1k on margiela, 
spent like 1k on margiela

beretta inside of beretta 

don’t nobody do it better

got mccartney, i got stella 

make more blue than green & yellow

that mean i get more cake than ana (mae)
bitches say “may” like they ella (mai)

you get shot on the clock lil bitch, 
& you got 24 seconds for your career end

& you wonder why they like me 
cause i don’t follow trends.


(Fan Bitches)


all this ice cream on my wrist,
im wondering where the dibs at?

top spot, dibs that
top spot did that, dig that

said she was the best 
she done fibbed that

click clack, everything i rap 
bitch i live that

heard im bubbling,
heard im starting to fizz that

heard im on they ass,
but i ain’t never fist that

keep telling you broke bitches
to fix that

if you was my bitch,
i would’ve broke you off like kit kat 


it’s the don blonde, 
margiela, marc jacobs on

bitches ducking like them ponds,
bitches shopping at that pawn

bitch i get that bread,
but ain’t no carbs going in my tum

fire out my tongue,
yes im spitting fire out my tongue..

catch it!

body like jennifer,
& im getting checks bitch

im so blessed bitch,
why would i worry bout the next bitch?

all up on they clavical bone,
im on they necks bitch

knowing im the flyest,
tell my kids don’t leave the nest bitch


excuse me, i lost it bitch
wait, i win the game & you lost it bitch

put a dot on your face,
cindy crawford bitch

everytime i mix it up, 
she get softer bitch!

Diva Mode/Fan Bitches

Uppa Echelon


(mmcht, do it!)



watch this, like rolex

im in my zone, you can’t flex

if you coming bitch, come correct

rap murderer, the machete vet



got a sick throat, im coughin up

these ILL lyrics, that’s STILL in this 

notes app that just KILL bitches 

gon head and pick yo coffin up!



back at it, again 

I got racks, you stacking up tens

only tens I know is my friends 

Christian Loubs hang out of my benz



yeah, these bitches wanna talk shit?

like im the one play wit?

they been sneak dissin for months 

won’t hop in my dm to say shit!



bitches chicken, popeyes dinnerin’

im colder than a bitch winter fit

cant fit the crown, it’s a winner fit

these hoes trash and im loitering 



meanwhile, I just be in chanel

balling and ain’t shit on sale

call my tech to do my nails

he want that neck like ox-tail 



braggadocio a hundred 

fellatio, spittin, stuntin

(bitch on her doorbell, she frontin)

my pockets on swell, yours nothing 



im just that pretty bitch 

yous a bop like a diddy bitch

hold up wrist drippin bitch

suitcase, you trippin sis



fuck you and your clique ho!

slug ain’t never dick rode!

bars ain’t never stick hoe!

your connection real low!



play with fire, you get burned bitch, first degree!

i been schoolin, like a teacher, tell me what you learned from me?

why would i ask for feedback?

I don’t really need that 

especially from these bitches spittin bars and they weed wack



bitch, im your mommy like im wrapped up

TALKIN all that shit, you keyboarded, bitch you capped up

spittin like the best of them, the rest of them ain’t got no juice 

yes you heard, we pulled up on the curb, hopped out them coupes 

fishy like salmon, hot like ramen 

you know all them soups 

niggas got switches, with bad bitches 

like dog walking groups 



and they be yelling AHA on the track like me?

don’t make bahjha blast your ass like Taco B

im so blunt, got niggas thinking that im packing green 

it’s the luck of the Irish, im never lacking  green 



see, ive given bitches shots, but they lack vaccine

so they resorted to stick me for flows, like heroine feens

they even Jack me for my lyrics like Harlow 

nardo, im the wicked witch, the way I broom and I dust hoes 



the way i spit, need the pacifier, need to baby-sit

these bitches more soft than a newborn baby get 

It could get real strange, I’ll get my on my sadie shit

it get meaner than regina and you on yo cady shit



I passed them, they still want me to fail 

(oh)

they lack bars, AINT no using they cell

(oh)

schoolin bitches, like attending yale 

(oh)

i got mad money, like it’s tends to yell 



b—!



FEEDBACKFREESTYLE (feat. Kitomi)

this may or may not be the last piece of music y’all get from me!  🎣

TRE IN MOSCOW

DOLLY X UNA ✨

Lyrics- 

It’s the 
D-O- Double L Y 
Bitches is jocking me 
I ain’t talking bout the beer
But i keep that 40 on side of me
All these bottom rap bitches
Ion see a bitch topping me 
He said he wanna spend time
Now its pateks he copping me
I’m the - 
Uh 
Bitch I’m the best ya heard 
I’m in that two seater pink jag
When i burst the curb
I pull up on these niggas begging 
W/ my hand out 
And if i ain’t fucking on
Yo trade what you mad bout? 
-
Listen,
I’m witcha nigga and we in this bitch
Zooted
You blowing up his phone while he playing
All my music 
They biting off my style
But yet to a bitch chew it.
They claiming that they girly 
Now you bitches gotta prove it
-
I’m so pochie pochie 
Man these niggas love kaoir 
Where my Gucci Gucci 
Ion wanna meet ya mama 
Ima hoochie hoochie 
Only thing i want from you is just
Fuck me screw me
Look
Dolly in this bitch nigga 
Feminine ways 
Ain’t got no honey no viagra
I go hard for days 
I’m a beauty i get money 
Means I’m pretty and paid 
Cartiers on the mug 
Keep a sickening shade 
DOLLY 💋

Una:
THROW DET 
cash back, no cap
high I’m off the za, I’m feeling gremlin on my Kodak.
how yo ass a rapper when yo ass don’t even know rap?
I see u on my dik, and ho u see it and u KNO det

fucking w/ minkz , yeah I blink those 
and yeah this fur on my back, ask them bitches how I shrink those
that’s mink 2… I mean think ho, cuz if u get it then u get it, pretty bitches keep mink clothes
and on my feet, that’s bankroll, but underneath the real prize, pretty bitches keep white toes 
my lil ass, no Lypo, ya thinspo every nigha fanned out like a hype ho
that’s right so, ain’t no typo
when I say it, bitch I mean it
hear my words, bitch die slow.

Fem Rap (FT. UNA)

MUSÈ-PEN PUSH UP / RAP GOALS.

[lyrics]

(IVEN VERSE ENDS)

yo, moneybagg, money bag, lotta money bags
y’know ya girl gone reside where the money at
you in ya hobo bag witcha bummy ass
ya girls on yall will smith with the funny act

my shit smackin, chris rock bitch
that’s a princess diamond cut on this rock bitch waddup
hannah baker, yknow ya girl gone cut up
ya run done don’t get me started mothafucka

*your times up, bitch :(*

surpassed you bitches and it’s only been a year ho 
no competition you never gonna win ho 
i’m innat wham bam lamb chop alotta bread like gyro, laughing, money flying out the window

getcha chips getcha getcha chips up
step ya pussy up step ya step ya clit up
bitch i’m richer bitch i’m bitch i’m richer 
bitch i’m fisher bitch imo bitch i’m fisher 

in the strip club i throw it up like i’m queasy
bitches startin’ rumors but they do not got the receipts. you gon’ need ya right hand and lotion to beat me and even then you couldn’t beat me


i do not give me a fuck about no allegations
bitches either hate me or they on they gay shit
he throwin’ money so i throw it back like the matrix
need a haircut the way ya looks startin to fade bitch

get in the field, get it in bitch and get it then
chanel bags, credit cards, lotta dividends 
karl largefeld coupe window 5%
ya bitch get it crackin (crr) ligament 

that bitch get it crackin’ like the 80s
don’t fuck with bitches they biting they carry rabies
i’m mother round these parts i gotta lotta babies
now let me do my curtsy i’m a lady, DOLLY.

Chips

[KITOMI- SLUG’21 RMX]

Yo 
Bitches couldnt do this shit forreal, fly on any beat like saucer
Want in on the bag
Stop the play and raise the offer
She went against the Don so I offed ha 
Talkin big shit, ask the bitch, what ha loyalty done costed ha

Forreal, I’m that girl, get money, make it look EEEZAY
I’m charging for a feature, done giving you bitches free play
That fatha title, bitches use it loosely
Told y’all ain’t a bitch better than Tre on Birthday Bash with Musé

These stupid bitches still up in they feelings
I’m somewhere wit my bitches smoking za, we getting higher than the ceiling
Aint a feature yall done heard that I ain’t killing
These bitches pinching pennies
Like I’m Peezy, you know the Don up a million

Bitch please, I’m the cover girl
No not them other girls
I got issues but you couldn’t book a cover girl
You don’t write, that’s just a cover girl
Thinking that you different, nah bitch, cause Tre Da Don is from another world

Icy girl, icy watch
You know the diamonds dancing, but it don’t TICK TOCK (Tik Tok)
You better stay on Ps and Qs, or get got
You best watch the crown, and watch the top spot
I’m coming for it
My bitches gunning for it
My niggas gone support it
Stop talking brands you couldn’t get in, or you couldn’t afford it
You new girls really getting boring
Heard ya new shit, groupchat ki’d, damn bitch we really snoring

Kurt Geiger on the bag, when I come thru
Y’all buying fake shit, like babies up out the test tube
Check my resume, been real boo
My come up so authentic, now they tryna find sum shit that they can steal too
Don but my middle name Deonte
Quick to lay a bitch like a wig, I’m so arrogant, Dionte
The Don Renaissance, no Beyoncé 
Posted On My Block, Rubi (Ruby) Rose pose, top straight from MONSE

You cannot name a bitch inside the game I didnt murdaaaaa
Better watch ya nigga, Tre Da Don a flirter 
Give bitches war like the gurkha 
Game in a headlock, hold it tight, like it’s in a girdle 

Been spitting since a youngin, I just had to put the gas in
Toss you like a bitch don’t want ha baby in the trash can
Mommy you just in the wrong bracket
Bend ova and jiggle it, this ass inside his face he wanna smack it

Cause she’s a bad ass bitch, like wassup nigga
Kitomi told y’all, it’s going down, WASSUP NIGGA
Only care bout my bills, like a duck nigga
Shit get sticky like a bitch with a tuck nigga (WHAT THE FUCK)

Looking for my super suit, like I’m Mr Frozone
Yo nigga only like u bitches when you ain’t got clothes on
Lamar, all these bars, bitch I owe dem
Cash out quick, and I ball on a bitch like a scrotum 

Really the illest, these niggas wan cop a feel
Got my hands gripping his balls like a doctor, ain’t no Phil
Feet kicked up in Beverly Hills
I ain’t gotta say it, cause these rap bitches really know the deal nigga

DON’23

IM SCREAMING can’t believe i’m putting my indecisiveness aside and letting y’all have this. i love you all who listen and like always enjoy.




lyrics:

i got the ace since you wanna
 play the queen card
you so girly but a fem get ya 
peen hard? i stay with the blue
and reds like police cars, it’s 
still fuck em til they loose, p star

underground mainstream rap chick,
running through a fat check, still got that 
quicker picker upper swiffer wet jet
ya favorite rapper probably suck, 
as for me? tight like a faggots tuck

anyway bitch i fuck good, i mean,
what’s good?
ain’t looking for a genie but i wish 
a duck wood

r- run up, quack and get done up,
throw you hoes crumbs get ya 
bread bun up

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

shaking rap bitches like nemo what’s
up, pussy look like it need chemo hold up

these rap bitches ain’t cut like that, they latinos
my ass stay with new hot shit like jalapeños 

fly bitch on that new shit like a maggot
you ain’t ken to me if you couldn’t play with em faggot

ho said she moving up? it’s paralysis 
lil mama talking about she ball? had
to foul this bitch

all of a sudden bitches ‘dolly’ put that
perc down, killing bitches, michael vick
the way i hurt hounds

leave holes in these hoes and sell em by the dozen
bitch talking bout she better is they cutting onions?

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

bring that switch out like i’m bipolar
rap bitches got me rolling judge toler
don’t carry testicles but ya girl ballin
ya career on september it’s fallin 

like bitches comment til a bitch start 
shooting  stars
thought they was snatching up chairs
 the way ya music off

money rake up quick to shut the 
fake up
mac to ha face now the bitch tryna
 make up

chocolate chip, thin mint, oatmeal, 
shortbread can’t fuck a nigga if he 
counting up short bread
he gotta have the collard greens 
for the cornbread pussy game cold
though i give warm head

you know my pockets full of cake 
like a fat ho
you ain’t fly bitch i’m quick swat a 
nat ho
all in my face tryna cheese you a 
rat ho
ain’t on victorious but i’m quick to 
slap ho’s

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

hey hey, day day day day
i get money every damn day
hey hey, day day day day
my shit bang bang bang bang
bang

Cookies

QUEEN OF DA SOUTH 👑

 IG: MinkzKaoir 📲 

#FreebandzzKaoir 💸

Don’t hit me 💋

Fem Rap (FT. UNA)

MinkzKaoir (Queen Of Da South)

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