ngl, i can't get this song out of my head 😂 You're a beast, Liz 🔥

ive spent the last week saying “ramee do you want me be my papi” 💃

[Verse 1]
Roll up in a drop-top, tryna give slop top 
Big ol mommy milkers peeking out thru my crop top
Fuck the police man the block is hot hot 
Fresh out the stu and the birds go flock flock 
Oop wait a minute I had to check my stopwatch 
Stomping on these bitches like a kid playing hopscotch
Fuck a PD Glock yeah I’m tryna fuck on ro block 
PC, turn me on, let him play with it like roblox 
He give me ro cock 
Then I get on top 
I fuck with gun control but Imma shoot my shot
I'm a freak ass hoe, but I don’t wanna get caught. 
Hell nah, I don’t wanna get cock blocked 
Make it drip drip raindrop
We be cruising in your range with the roof all down
Got more bread than a bakeshop
Imma knead all your dough till ya pants come down

[Chorus]
I guess I got Blokholmn syndrome 
I’m just tryna be your new victim 
I could be your little video vixen
I could be the queen to your kingpin
You could be big bird I could be Elmo 
I’m your little dime piece, put me on your elbow
It’s really not hard yo, just take me like her assault rifle (and glock)

[Verse 2]
Pistol whip me like McKenzie Hayes 
Come into your trap and we can fuck for days
Ima ride it till it gotta get it fixed at Hayes 
Give em whiplash when I’m sitting on his face 
I’m locked and loaded with the aim,
Kiss up on your face when I move your bangs 
Indie girl but I can do a hood dude,
Let these bitches know Lizzy do rap too

[Verse 3]
Tie me up to a chair 
Put the bag over my head  
Kick me down, punch me there 
Yeah I like it rough rawr
Come, come rob me 
I wanna naughty 
Come touch my body
I’m tryna get saucy 
Im Liz Anya I got layers
Got them buns like Princess Leia
Hit a three pointer 
This a layup
I got chips, and no not lays
I been out here making paper
On the table make it shake
Now we gon wake up the neighbors
Man I’ll fuck you, not the haters 
That cop bitch wanted the smoke and Ro, you passed the gas
Bitch, Imma turn around, patties sittin' double cheeked up, take a look Ro Quick, Imma shake my ass
In the back row 
See my back rolls
You can hit it from the back like it’s retro  
Let it echo 
Let it explode 
Keep the pace up, up like my rap flow

[Chorus]
I guess I got Blokholmn syndrome 
I’m just tryna be your new victim 
I could be your little video vixen
I could be the queen to your kingpin
I could be ketchup you could be mustard 
Making so much bread but I need your custard 
It’s really not hard yo, just take me like her assault rifle (and glock)

[Verse 5]
Gimme cream pie like you OTT
Come renovate me like MRPD
Double D’s but when I get on my knees these titties turn to E’s 
Come and eat this isosceles 
Come and dig into my meat and cheese
Might give you the sauce if you say please  
Ro don’t you see I'm the girl to be
All these bitches wearing rainbow leggings cause they wanna be like me 
But they could never stand beside me 
I’m real ass bitch so you know they wouldn’t try me 
I mean, low key or highkey
You know you want me 
And I want you on top me 
So forget about the timing
Stop eyeing me 
Grab the rope come and tie me
Come treat me like MacKenzie 
Run all through my pockets like you tryna win a track meet 

Ro Block Kidnapped & Robbed Mackenzie Hayes (the cop) for her PD Assault Rifle + PD Glock
And I want your-

Produced by
DJCHOPPALOT; Nathan Mansour p/k/a Young Nato (Collaborator)

Written by
Liz Anya https://www.twitch.tv/alexhasg2g
Lana Valentine https://www.twitch.tv/viviana
Jaemin https://www.twitch.tv/turtledoves

Ro Block Kidnapped & Robbed Mackenzie Hayes (the Cop) For Her PD Assault Rifle + PD Glock

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Voyn Design

After Zarina's last comeback being more of a somber-sounding melody, Bad Doggy brings on the fun side that Zarina Vega explored in her debut, feautring no other then the talented multi-genre icon Liz Anya.

LYRICS:

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

VERSE: 
It's just a figure of speech, my figure look like a peach
I'm a goddamn princess, make me feel like I'm the queen
Treat this pussy like royalty supreme
Be loyal, get on top, add some extra cream
Cookin' up a while mess and Imma clean it up
I'm a versatile gal, I can switch it up
It's that doggy, cowgirl, sixty-nine
He put it in reverse when I tell him and he don't decline

PRE-CHORUS:
PHONE ON SILENT (yuh)
TUMMY ON TUCKED (aha)
KITTY ON WET (wassup)
DOGGY ON LEASH (yup)
FACE ON PRETTY (yuh)
TITTY ON GOTH (ya)
BOOTY ON NICKI (ohh)
ASS SO THICCY

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

VERSE:
Call me Mina, cuz imma rock it 
Yeah bad doggy,  he cause a ruccus
He chewin' all of his toys, gotta put him in a timeout, I ain't got no choice, yeah he really gonna find out
I give him the cold shoulder, he gimme dick
Got a bowl with his name on it and he better eat if he know what's aight 
You deserve a treat baby, Imma treat you right

PRE-CHORUS:
PHONE ON SILENT (yuh)
TUMMY ON TUCKED (aha)
KITTY ON WET (wassup)
DOGGY ON LEASH (yup)
FACE ON PRETTY (yuh)
TITTY ON GOTH (ya)
BOOTY ON NICKI (ohh)
ASS SO THICCY

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

VERSE (Liz Anya):
Uh, he live inside my pussy like a dog house 
If he wanna get freaky, take the claws out
Real loud when I take em to pound town
The neighbors walk by like who let the dogs out 
Throw em’ a bone but he already got one 
Make him unsheath that red rocket 
Yum 
I know that you heard all the rumors
I make him shave it dry like the groomers 
Bad doggy
Keep him on a leash 
Make him suck the bacon out this pussy like a leech
Bad doggy
Think he wanna treat 
All up in this bank cause I trained him how to breach

CHORUS:
Bad doggy, teach him how to roll over
Bad doggy, teach him how to beg for it
Bad doggy, take him on a walk before it
Bad doggy, he gonna cry for it
I say what comes next and what comes before
I don't give two shits, I want more 
Drip on me, I want that sauce Trader Joe's 
Don't care what he do after, he my hoe

Bad Doggy (feat. Liz Anya) - NoPixel 3.0

[Chorus]
Ramee do you want me, be my papi
If you want we can do it till tsunami 
Carmie, get on top me, like the shotty, 
Watchu waiting for, give it to me mami 
Baby come eat my panties off me 
I’m horny, lets ERP
Meet me at my apartment tier 3 
I cant wait to be an auntie 

[Verse 1]
Ooh look at Ramee, he got a tent up in his pants
Starin at her body, but he too scared to hold hands,
Gonna feel on shawty, cmon make your advance 
She got him turning red when she throwing that ass 
Now she ain’t for the streets, she for the gated community 
Cause you locked her ass down had to give her some jewelry 
beat it up so good that she could sue you battery
What the fuck you waiting for, c’mon give her the gallery
Clapping cheeks so hard she gon wake her cousin up
1, 2, 3 kids, shit, maybe a dozen of em 
Cause she still a bad bitch with a bun in the oven
What you waiting for go butter that muffin 
Carmie like to fuck on the regular 
So don’t you waste her time like wrangler 
You gotta put that thing in reverse and make a baby 
You gotta fuck worse than your verse on WuChang Crazy 


[Chorus]
Ramee do you want me, be my papi
If you want we can do it till tsunami 
Carmie, get on top me, like the shotty, 
Watchu waiting for, give it to me mami 
Baby come eat my panties off me 
I’m horny, lets ERP
Meet me at my apartment tier 3 
I can't wait to be an auntie

#RAMELLA

Writing, Vocals, & Production by Saint Noelle

Lyrics:
every single night got me up in my room, 
got me hypnotised 
by the thought of you on me
Too much fucking time 
since I breathed in the fumes of your pheromones
yet I’m still some type of way

Want you real bad,
Want you,
Want you real bad
Miles away, fuck with me
Take what I have
Want you real bad,
Im the best that you’ve had
Hold on another day
So maybe you should hit my line

Got me breathing heavy down the phone
Almost felt your touch but there’s no ghost
All up in my house 
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home
Know I finish off to your tempo
I can almost taste the afterglow
All up in my house
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home

I be shining real hard for you 
even though I’m no paradigm 
Of a perfect idol saint
I be on my best behaviour
And it’s true
I know what you like
But you know you’ll have to wait

Want you real bad,
Want you,
Want you real bad
Miles away, fuck with me
Take what I have
Want you real bad,
Im the best that you’ve had
Hold on another day
So maybe you should hit my line

Got me breathing heavy down the phone
Almost felt your touch but there’s no ghost
All up in my house 
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home
Know I finish off to your tempo
I can almost taste the afterglow
All up in my house
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home

Living in your head just like a parasite
I got you like a siren lures a sailor to sea
I just wish that you were coming home tonight 
I’m in your head, there’s nothing out of the ordinary
Living in your head just like a parasite
I got you like a siren lures a sailor to sea
I just wish that you were coming home tonight 
Night, night

Got me breathing heavy down the phone
Almost felt your touch but there’s no ghost
All up in my house 
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home
Know I finish off to your tempo
I can almost taste the afterglow
All up in my house
I’m on my own
I’m getting lonely
Cant wait till you get home

I’m in your head, there’s nothing out of the ordinary
I’m in your head, there’s nothing
I’m in your head, there’s nothing

Electric Nausea

WAIT

CRUSTY x VALENTINE DALLA x LIZ ANYA - Nasty Bitch

mixed and mastered by @niko-rain
[www.twitch.tv/bytethebullet]
prod. by DJCHOPPALOT

[Verse 1: Liz Anya]
Round ass make him want me sittin’ on it feeling cocky
These bitches actin’ funny cause I got a new body
If I want it I got it he said my coochie like lava
He buy me Gucci and Prada and now I got him on lock-a

[Interlude: Liz Anya]
Ass is fat  
He like that 
If it’s like that I might have to throw some ass
I got
Hella stacks
Yeah they mad
If it’s like that
I might have to throw some ass at him
Queen Lizzy the OG
Everybody know I been that bitch 
Get into it

[Verse 2: Liz Anya]
I don’t got the time to be fighting over dick 
If your man’s into it Imma get my fix
I feel like I’m in the Louvre put my pussy on a pedestal  
We don’t need no lube when he kiss up on my genital
All these dudes should know that they dick is expendable 
These hoes should be scared cause my pussy is incredible

[Chorus: Liz Anya]
Yeah all my girls in the club make that ass move 
Wanna see that shit gain some speed and altitude
All my girls in the club make that ass shake 
Bounce that shit back and forth make a twerkquake

[Verse 3: Liz Anya]
I bought myself a big fat ass and the thighs match 
Now all em boys tryna get a taste of my snatch 
Double ds knock an eye out need an eyepatch 
Your man wanna tap it so bad like an iPad

Bitch its payday
Make my ass shake
I’mma move it like that yayo
shake it till my ass break 
Out my lane hoe 
Out my way hoe
Me Carmella Mari cashing out like we won the lotto
 
[Verse 4: Carmella Corset]
Imma keep it real Imma keep it nasty 
He fuck me so good I’m screaming like a banshee 
Oh the way I move she can’t do it can she 
She could never show me up cause I’m too flashy 
Bitches talk too much I'm in their head rent-free
Bitches copy too much I should charge ‘em a fee
These bitches look up to me when they think of who they can be 
I might fuck around and swallow the class of 2043 
I’m always in my bed my bag or my business 
Booty so big everybody wanna hit this
Want a titty pic so I sent him my wishlist
If he ain’t got money then bitch he dismissed 
If Imma suck a dick I won’t do it for free 
If I fuck your man yeah you’ll know it was me
I’ll leave lipstick stains on his dick and his teeth
And I’ll walk out his penthouse with some new LV

[Verse 5: Liz Anya]
Me and Carmie so thick
Make him do a double-take
Yeah this shit is double-decker
Stacked like a wedding cake 
Pretty face little waist 
Pussy wetter than a lake
We gon cause an avalanche when we make that ass shake
Bitch take a look at us
Then take a look at you 
Steppin out the limo 
In our brand new Jimmy Choos
It’s not our fault your man don’t want you 
We ain't tell em shit, but I think he already choose




[Chorus:  Liz Anya & Carmella Corset]
Yeah all my girls in the club make that ass move 
Wanna see that shit gain some speed and altitude
All my girls in the club make that ass shake 
Bounce that shit back and forth make a twerkquake

[Verse 6: Liz Anya]
I got two big titties and a thick ol ass, if I didn’t spit so hard that’s how I’d make my cash
I ain’t no side chick, bitch, you just his stash house 
Shut ya mouth when you see me with my ass out
Ya bitch


[Outro: Liz Anya & Carmella Corset]
Ass is fat  
He like that 
If it’s like that, I might have to throw some ass, I got
Hella stacks
Yeah they mad 
If it’s like that, I might have to throw some ass at him

TWERKQUAKE

TWERKQUAKE (feat. Carmella Corset)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5RDdTde2hMQX2UlFLTp5vt?si=6b882ddee35246a4
Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Artwork made by Flex

Valentine finally drops her anticipated single "PRADA", a track where Dalla raps about the stuff she experienced with her music career in Los Santos to this day.

lyrics
I’m the Prada
I’m the Dalla
While you bitches dollaramma
I don’t want no drama ramma
When I pull up to your house
You’ll stay underground
6 feet, you’re gonna drown
You bitches ''Queen of rap''
But you ain’t got a crown
You bitches got no rhythm and you got no flow
Got no punchline, like a comedy show
Meanwhile I stay in my big chateau
While you’re on the street corner working, being a hoe
My songs top the charts, they're a plateau
And your tunes are flop, so they make no dough
You wish you could reverse, like it was UNO
It ain’t life swap, it’s the Dalla Show 
Love it when it’s not my name
Hate it when I’m on display
Fake hoes with their fake fame
Dancing when nobody came
I keep it cute and real
Ain’t got something nice to say
Keep your mouth mute, squeal
and that’s why my name is Dalla
DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
Was CPC’s first lady, uh, that’s right
Back when i saw no promo or support on my sight
It was barely there, had to do it all by myself
Three number ones, but still left on the shelf
I ain’t no elf, but I got surprises and gifts
Entendres, metaphores, spitting like I’m throwing some fits
I might be blonde but I’m not dumb
I can be smarter than a washed up bitch
That barks and there’s no bite
She needs some silicone
I said what I said, but I’m definitely not done
Peach body season, me and my girls we looking cunt
Shooters on shooters, but don’t trip and fall
It’s the Dalla Game, that you already lost
Love it when it’s not my name
Hate it when I’m on display
Fake hoes with their fake fame
Dancing when nobody came (yeah, yeah)
I keep it cute and real
Ain’t got something nice to say
Keep your mouth mute, squeal (shut up!)
and that’s why my name is Dalla
DALLA, PRADA (AH!)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
DALLA, PRADA (YEAH)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA
Wetter than niagara
Body looking like a sauna
I manage myself, Queen like Cleopatra
All these comments under me, looking very small
Hate left and right, someone give them viagra
Show after show, very booked and busy
Hoes be acting brave, texting my man teehee
I wonder if they know that we ain’t doing charity
The homeless shelter at the corner, go have a FEFE (KEKE)
DALLA, PRADA (AYYY)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA (WOO! WOO!)
DALLA, PRADA (UH)
DALLA, DALLA, DALLA, PRADA

Written and performed by Valentine Dalla, Noelle Ablisa, Karina Giselle
Produced by B. Hill

PRADA

[Chorus: Liz Anya]
Lemme hold that gat
Yeah the clip so long
It’s a standoff when I hold that gun 
I’m 5’2” but my money so long
It’s a standoff when I hold that gun 

[Verse 1: Liz Anya]
Black catsuit, crime scene, so hazardous 
When I hit a lick I always pose for the cameras
Front-page on the magazine, so scandalous
Ammo falling out the magazine, call an ambulance 
I’ll shank a hoe if she waste my time
My face card it’ll never decline
Cut a bitch up like I cut up the line
I can’t help it I’m in love with the crime 

[Interlude: Liz Anya]
You hoes wanna try it?
I’ma let you have it
Got a couple boys in black that’ll have you trafficked 

[Verse 2: Liz Anya]
They were laughing at me cause they thought I was a joke
Now I got them all gagged, I’ma make em all choke
When I run up with the mac yeah I wanna hear em laugh 
It’ll be real funny when their brains go blam
 I push that rock, you hoes get the sediments 
I’m a boss bitch, yeah I’m so belligerent 
Couldn’t give a fuck if you think that I’m arrogant 
I’m that bitch, everybody know, it’s evident
I know that I’m a cunt 
And I know that I’m a bitch 
Imma pistol whip a hoe if she don’t like the way I is
If she keep on hating after dealing with my boys 
I’ma aim for her throat, bitch, fuck that noise 
I’m the big kahuna
I’m the barracuda
Yeah I got big guns
Choppas and bazookas
Yall ready know who
It’s the queen Liz Anya
I’ma pull up with my crew’ and put the strap on ya

[Chorus: Liz Anya]
Lemme hold that gat
Yeah the clip so long
It’s a standoff when I hold that gun 
I’m 5’2” but my money so long
It’s a standoff when I hold that gun

STANDOFF (feat. P Money)

Lyrics: Saint Noelle & @naomi_scott
Prod: Angus Gray
Mix & Master: @niko-rain

Lyrics:
I know when our hearts are pacing
Skin to skin on the grass
I know you want it bad
So I brought it all
Always give in to temptation
Part of me is kinda glad
I know you want it bad

Listen to the the angels
They sing for tonight
Nah ooh
All tonight
Nah ooh

So you'll know it when I've hit you with my venom
In our psychoactive symbiotic heaven
I swear it, I'll make you feel like an eleven
The apple in our paradise

Eyes bloodshot, paint it like a scene
So close I play this on repeat
Live for the ride
Substances, I know you ain't good for me
(No, I know you ain't good)
The apple in our paradise

Knew when I first met you
I see it in your eyes
I know that you cant help it
You went and took a bite
Got me running through your veins boy
I know I get you high
Will you stay by my side

And when the night creeps around
I'm onto you baby
Come and lay in the garden
It's only me and you

So you'll know it when I've hit you with my venom
In our psychoactive symbiotic heaven
I swear it, I'll make you feel like an eleven
The apple in our paradise

Eyes bloodshot, paint it like a scene
So close I play this on repeat
Live for the ride
Substances, I know you ain't good for me
(Say no, no)
The apple in our paradise

If you know that I'll go then why do this baby?
I'm here all alone can you come and save me
All the pain dissipates I cant feel it lately
Boy the voices control me it drives me crazy

So you'll know it when I've hit you with my venom
In our psychoactive symbiotic heaven
I swear it, I'll make you feel like an eleven
The apple in our paradise

Eyes bloodshot, paint it like a scene
So close I play this on repeat
Live for the ride
Substances, I know you ain't good for me
(Just take a bite of)
The apple in our paradise

APPLE (Ft. Naomi Scott)

Mixed and Mastered by: @niko-rain
Valentine and Lana team up in the lead single off Dalla's first EP "CONDOLENCES" with fierce attitude being fearless of killing bitches.

Lyrics
[Intro: Valentine Dalla]
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up
I don’t do the switch ups
When I say so, better loose the lips up
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Guillotine sharp, execute the bitch up
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
[Verse 1: Valentine Dalla]
Uh, boutta murder a bitch
Bitch get slick, end up in a ditch
Yeah you little snitch!
Me and LV gonna chop her to bits
I’m too cunt, you're just a runt
No I’m not LOONA, got a girl front
Stepping on necks in Louboutin pumps
Gotta love women who know what they want (yuh, yuh)
Bitches be hating with split ends
I don’t wanna fuck with your boyfriend
UWU, pick me hoes do send
Imagine doing all that, for men
You saints know I get no L
I’ll drag your soul straight back to hell
If sheriff calls, I’m not home, well
It’s Los Santos, you know crime sells
(Hook: Valentine Dalla)
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up
I don’t do the switch ups
When I say so, better loose the lips up
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Guillotine sharp, execute the bitch up
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
[Verse 2: Valentine Dalla]
Hold up, you bitches leaking
Must be your pussy, I hear it squeaking
Wetter than niagara
Legs be open, spread like a chicken
Eating roosters rest, got to your head
Always looking for cock, call Kyle Pred
He thirsty, thirsty
Wanna get in bed
Wanna make sure I’m fed
He Crusty Rusty!
Los Santos, No Handouts
I do it all by myself, I standout
Head over heels, her hand out
Going up and down, he timed out
These labels on me, better run my check
Creampie, Wu-Chang, going cheque to cheque
40k, ain't nothing for me Dean
They trynna murder me, call me meal
Uh, they always wanna front front like breasts
With you rats, I am done done
Roaches be on the ground, cleaning the floor
That’s what they’re useful for
Let's have our drinks up
Murdered a bitch, don't tell PETA
Distress signal
Dead body in a ditch, update her TINDER!
[Hook: Valentine Dalla]
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Girl stay cute, when I shoot the bitch up (shoot shoot)
I don’t do the switch ups
When I say so, better loose the lips up (hey)
I’ll shoot the bitch up
Guillotine sharp execute the bitch up (pow)
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up
[Verse 3: Lana Valentine]
Read the chain on my neck, no you ain't fucking with me
I go shoot shoot, leave a pink hair over your body
Ody, ody
Bullet between your teeth
I'm giving T more than head
When I'm pulling down his Tommy's (oop)
Bitch you wanna know some?
Slim thick, body make him bust like a gun (uh)
Hit you like a home run
I chew chew these bitches up, bubblegum
Got a grip like a headlock
That's MDM on your headtop, huh
These bitches no bite and all talk
Imma leave them hoes shaking, if I catch them on my block
[Bridge: Valentine Dalla]
Thought I really cared about you, but nah nah nah
It be your own people turn against you, wow wow wow
Secretly, got a glock loaded in my handbag
Pull up the strap, silly don't you know I can fight back?
[Outro: Valentine Dalla]
I’ll shoot the bitch up
(Shoota, shoota)
I don’t do the switch ups
(Shoota, shoota)
I’ll shoot the bitch up
(Shoota, shoota)
Boutta hit a lick up
Swerving in my coupe, when I step the drift up

Written by Valentine Dalla, Noelle Ablisa, Liz Anya
Produced by BandoBeatz

CONDOLENCES

STBU (feat. Lana Valentine)

mixed by @niko-rain
After finding out about a record breaking million dollar deal between the chart topping girl group The BIMBOS and WuChang Records, MDMR Executives were feeling sour. As a direct response to Sparky Kane’s track 'Medusa' The BIMBOS fire back with a response of their own.

[VERSE 1]
Lemme start off by statin the facts
How you gonna put our diss on a half assed track 
You really thought the BIMBOS couldn’t do rap
even though you know our pop shit do slap
Yeah Dwayne you a bitch if you think i won't name drop, everybody know SG dont cap
Yeah I’d be mad too if the biggest girl group didn’t sign to your flop label with a contract 
 
[VERSE 2]
Left the city for three weeks, I ain’t heard three peeps, from the execs in the studio
You bitches busy doing gang shit,
Fuck with us we gonna make the music go bang bitch!
Guess you forgot you had a record label
That shit is so unstable and running real fucking slow
You too busy living double lives couldn’t show up to a single show, is that who you really wanna make your COO?

[VERSE 3]
Didn’t you say you’re WUCHANG’s FINEST?
HOW U GONNA SWITCH UP LIKE MILEY CYRUS?
BUSTED ASS BITCH YEAH YOU SHOULD HAVE HAD A STYLIST
Now your kissing CLAIREs feet like shes YOUR HIGHNESS
You say we talk about pussy thats what you claim
Ima show you how the BIMBOS switch up the rap game 
At least we know how do it versatile, say we sound the same? BITCH switch up ur style 

 [VERSE 4]
Lemme not forget about this dude Dwayne, Spoke about some issues but nothing ever changed. 
How the fuck you gonna expect us to stay, when all you be doing is makin false claims
Think its Funny how we left now u wanna fix shit, is it cause you realized that ur label took a big hit
Found our replacement in less than a day, quality not quantity aint that what you say?




 [CHORUS]
B-I-M-B-O’S 
200k into 6 zeros
Bragging bout the money from our EP show
But you think that we left for the dinero
B-I-M-B-O’S 
MDMR = FLOP they aint comin close
Whole damn label must be stuck in a comatose
You bitches out of sync but hatin’ on our choreo

[VERSE 5]
Thinking that we used you 
Just not the truth
Thinkya forgot we’re the cities biggest debut 
Did that independently, Did it all separately, Self-Made Celebrities 
Don't discredit me 
Can count all of your events on one hand
7 months no…… that wasn't the plan
We got shows booked but they weren’t through you 
Jus with connections ya we make do

[VERSE 6]
Everybody hear molly, think minaj not rollin
Now you with the boys cause you can’t control em 
Missing all your hits take a class in bowling 
She only here cause she munching dwayne's foreskin 

Sparky why you wanna run your mouth
How you wanna diss, but you weren’t around
Acting like you know what really went down
Not our fault that you ran a ghost town 

Send us back to chop? Now that we getting our bag from bops? 
How bout you take a walk back to the block,
Fuck you wannna teach us, 
When you can't do your job



Yeah you wanna call us greedy? 
Cause we went and did the swap
It was more than the money, so we think it’s kinda funny
Cause we left yall, but you wanna say we got dropped

[CHORUS]
B-I-M-B-O’S 
200k into 6 zeros
Bragging bout the money from our EP showt
But you think that we left for the dinero
B-I-M-B-O’S 
MDMR = FLOP they aint comin close
Whole damn label mustbe stuck in a comatose
You bitches out of sync but hatin’ on our choreo

MDMR = FLOP

THE LIZPRINT // 1.1.2023
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