Musè - FUCK I LOOK LIKE (LOL)

MUSÈ- THE17’ (slug remix)

SMURF-FETCH.

GIUSEPPE GEMINI (interlude)

???/HARDY

MUSÈ- BIG STUNNA (remix)

Musè-Couth (Giu Giu)

MUSÈ- Mrs.Echelon.

Lyrics:

let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


corny ass bitch,
with your corny
ass flows

with your corny 
dhgate, with your
corny ass clothes

i wanna hop
up out the rolls 

with my pockets
full of rolls

these bitches 
know how this 
shit bout to go


i win the gold,
gabby tease 

winning streak,
know these rap 
bitches mad at these 

dropped moodboard
bitches ain’t said a thing 

bitch talking bout designer, 
never had a piece


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


they know i shut
this shit down

you ain’t the one,
your career on countdown

break any rapper bitch
down like a pound 

i brought the barbie
shit to soundcloud

that means you hoes
just got to bow down

bitch go clean my 
mother fucking crown

everybody want 
mattel sound

bunch of lost hoes
what i found


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


Pull up in something that’ll piss of PETA
Don’t give a fuck unless it’s about the
Velveeta
Need a lil money? That’s too bad
Nanana boo boo, wouldn’t wanna be ya’

What i got on now, gotta roll your tongue when you say it,
You don’t wanna talk money, You a bum and you save up,
And my name? man you gotta be dumb if you say it
Cause I attach the MAC and the drum when i spray it

Popping these percs like an addict, We don’t wear remy or plastic
Bitches is tragic
It was “Ah-ha! Ah-ha!” but now bitches ain’t doing that laughing

Pockets digornio, lotta cheese, lotta dough boy
Leave this shit to a pro boy,
Cause all that popping up all unexpected, get you killed baby—pro choice 

I’m such an actress, my life is a movie
Who gon’ tell brian to stay out the stewie?
These bitches wanna B. me like they Junie
Frosted Flakes and the pebbles on my wrist stay fruity

It’s a stick up, stick up
(These bitches whack and they bummy)
It’s a stick up, stick up
(I’m getting racks, getting money)


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


still living like
london tipton 

pulled up in that pink coupe 
with the ceiling missing

call peta, cause 
i’m bout to beat
brian griffin

ima kill ‘em like
i’m freddy on 
the count like benson

looks, body, money, talent 
they gone know the difference

how the fuck you so vicious
with them girly disses?

know these bitches
want a jeanie, how they
keep on wishing

that they gone surpass me,
hoe you gotta be kidding 


like ki on that, 
bitch ki on that

only good for 
some beats bitch
ki on that 

first life suck so 
second life you be on that 

but fuck it, i aint
even gone get into that


my flows a biscuit,
short of a picnic 

aint talking pancakes,
get to the bis-quick

i skate like ripstick’s

your songs get crickets 

bitch i go stupid,
like im autistic 

materialistic,
i’m narcissistic

so futuristic,
they not on this shit

& win is a must 
like under arm pits 

i’m barbie, where’s midge?
cause you not a smidge bitch


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down

SHUT DOWN

‍Musè Mothered.

America Has A Problem (Freestyle)

DWID/LOL4.

Malibu Mothered/Karma (Again)

Lyrics:

with all that promo 
that you buying

i just thought 
that you would
shake sum 

& im endorsing 
strippers, gone 
ahead & shake sum

it’s like i can’t do 
anything, they 
always take sum

it’s like i’m getting 
cake so now they 
tryna bake sum


but anyways bitch
i’m here and the 
check clears

i told my stylist,
get me vintage 
jean paul gaultier

& i don’t really fuck 
with queers, they
not my peers

the tops here,
you not here,
face is top tier


“barbie she not
worth it, she can’t
even out-rap you”

see? you a whack 
a bitch, ian even
gone whack you

messy bitch you
better clean it up
like a vacuum

cause i’m wildin
out, what we doing 
in the classroom?


bitches can’t fuck
with me

bitches can’t fuck
with me

everywhere i go
they tell me that
i’m pretty

if i leave him then
i know he gone miss
me 

better lay low 
when i come out 
like whitney

anything i’m 
wearing pink
like whitney 

better use your
words careful 
when you diss me

it’s me mother
-fucker, it’s me


wait who dissed? 
who this? 

bitches don’t do this 

bitch i won’t 
respond cause
i’ll leave your ass 
toothless 

bitch i been 
the princess 

bitch i been 
the shoe fit 

you was never 
princess, but keep 
dreaming.. lucid 

bitch i go nuts, 
boston (baked beans) 
massachusetts 

you a fat bitch, 
but when you rap 
bitch, you don’t 
chew sis 

not my fault that
i’m the one they 
always gonna 
choose sis 

i was born to win, 
you was clearly 
born to lose sis 


if i’m with a nigga 
then he blowing 
a band 

so i don’t know 
why bitches think
we sharing a man 

bitch im a brand,
yea hoe bitch im a
brand 

pass me the milk,
cereal, raising 
they brand


i ain’t talking
matte hoe 

when i say 
i black hoe

bitches see me 
winning, what the 
fuck you think 
they rap for? 

go against me,
you know your
career a wrap hoe

no really go look
at her page, her
career a wrap hoe


you might could 
flow, but where 
your bars at?

bitch i mean your 
bars whack

talking about
leather bitch
where the fuck
is your cars at?

i be where the 
stars at

balling where
lamar at?

meanwhile
you steady 
making shit up
like where nars at


ouchies, body on
emily ratajkowski 

what the hell would 
these rap bitches 
be doing without me 

same bitches starting
rap was the same 
ones who was 
doubting 

count it then 
we outie, baddest
bitch in every county
  
(PRETTY GANG)


bitches can’t fuck
with me

bitches can’t fuck
with me

everywhere i go
they tell me that
i’m pretty

if i leave him then
i know he gone miss
me 

better lay low 
when i come out 
like whitney

and i stay
around the 
pink like whitney 

better use your
words careful 
when you diss me

it’s me mother
-fucker, it’s me

SHAKE SUM

Lyrics:

jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)


alla that gossiping, 
cock sucking, wrist 
on neapolitan 

so pretty, i belong 
in cosmopolitan

ain’t no debate bitch 
i do not do politics 

beefing with me gone 
result in some hollow tips 


fuck hoes thought? 
that i was gone let up 

bitch you corn dog, 
don’t think you gone 
catch up 

my life’s a movie, 
directed by greta 

pig in a wig, why the
fuck would y’all pep her?


rule number one, never 
ever trust a broke hoe 

actress, tony 
baller, romo 

barbie only fuck with 
bad hoes, no homo

they know im a inspo, 
i don’t need promo 

pretty irl, i don’t 
got a bad photo 

thinking that she better
then she coo coo, cocoa

if she wanna kill herself,
i let a bitch, momo 

i ain’t letting none 
of these faggots 
breathe no more 


..gogo, yea you 
get booted 

these hoes sound 
better to me when 
they muted 

these bitches stupid
& broke, why they rapping 
designers when they can’t
afford or compute it?

pretty gang president, 
all of the baddies saluting 

a problem but, 
she the solution 

teaching these hoes, 
she can’t even be 
my substitution 

stop feeding into 
her delusion, illusion 


you know im 
mother to many 

name like any, bitch who 
ain’t pinch on my penny 

im the omega 
like kenny

like cassie im pretty,
but i do not fuck 
with diddy 

you been a fan 
like a ceili', no for 
real really 

bitch i am not 
signing titties 

all of these stones, 
like how i could i be pissy? 

you get it? bitch kidney 

these bitches my kiddy!


i got braum’s, turkey hill, 
bryers, baskin robins, talenti 

they telling T.A.L.E ‘s
they don’t the N & T 

all that coming out
your mouth, make you 
get some missing teeth 

& my money B.I.G, i can 
build a christmas tree, see? 


you don’t want smoke, 
this is a dab pen 

went against me, 
well look what
happened

i don’t gotta click up 
with no opp hoes

i don’t gotta write 
shit on the backend

if i ever wanna 
leave the rap game

let’s see how long 
these bitches lasting 

oh wait, bitches cant, 
cause they depending 
on me

so watch how all 
them hoes quit rap then


bitch im everything 
y’all aren’t

pulling cards, 
hallmark

rap better, look better, 
live better, walmart 

made em cop the blue box, 
i ain’t talking pop tart  

wonder where i be,
bitch im sitting at
the top part 


& i stay bitches 
heads like a top knot

i been hot since 
ice cream & hopscotch

they only play your
songs at the chop shop

i told that nigga eat
the pussy like it’s hot pot


vanilla bean, mint chip, 
chocolate, strawberry 

blue bell, blue bunny, 
häagen-dazs, ben & jerry 

i don’t think bitches 
get what time it is, military 

i’m killing careers hoe, 
obituary, cemetery 

washing bitches, 
sanitary 

bitches know 
im legendary 

say my name three 
times, that’s a barbie 
bloody mary

maybe i should go 
carry (carrie) 

heavn with the 
burberry

pull up in the
butternut & the guts 
on cherry


wrist on road-rocky,
that’s just swarovski

cartier, tiffany, 
van cleef, bvlgari

i can’t be around 
too many gays,
y’all clocky

would diss you 
back, but you
don’t go the moxie


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but i don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup) 


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)

Ice Cream

Lyrics:

on that shit they 
ain’t never on

bitches salty,
sodium, barbitone

why they keep 
on saying that you 
want the barbie tone?

why you only wanna
move when the 
barbie gone?

it’s going down
—syndrome, where 
the chromosomes?

entendres, word play,
homophones

i ain’t fucking with
you gays i’m a 
homophobe 

cause y’all still 
washed up like
a load of clothes


i don’t play with
these hoes, i don’t
see a DS

come through & i’m
dropping GCDS

all that BS, bitch 
sound a mess

bitches my kids, 
recess, PBS 

think they fly,
but they ain’t 
leave the nest 

they buy my shit 
cause they know
i’m the best

they pay you less,
fly like southwest

don’t get no press
so i see why they
pressed


i don’t mean to
brag when i pull
up in that jag

when im walking 
up in saks, tell them 
put it in the bag

you don’t got it
in the bag, bitch
you all up in the back

when they hell y’all
gone tell her she wack
& that’s facts


& of course mad 
hoes gone link up

but we done did
everything they can 
think of

that’s why hoes 
always up in my 
pink cup

that’s why barbie
still balling like
meat sub


i’m still classic,
i’m still classy

pretty like cassie,
bitch i been a baddie

standing on business,
i’m so business savvy

something like coleslaw
my flow is so nasty 

run through your shit 
like a comb & it’s nappy

they want my formula 
like krabby patty

bitches get pies to 
the face like a patty

stay with that chloé
on me like im halle


im the iphone, bitch 
you on your motorola 

i’m the corvette, you
toyota corolla

all them fake views,
& all that payola 

still don’t got no 
bars, still don’t got 
granola

bitch my face is 
ova, your career is over 

you ain’t the princess,
but you give fiona

pull out the range
rover & don’t get 
pulled over

bitch i’m a fly
bitch, you just
a layover


like uh uh uh,
bitches is feeding
off me for the buzz

blacking on beats 
like the back of the bus

all the way covered
up, he still gone bust

fucking with me all 
my niggas gone buss

your face is hard, but 
lil bitch you ain’t tough

talking designers
that you never touch

don’t know if they
hate me or they
got a crush 


wait

on this song alone,
bitch is on a lot of flows

hot at the top, 
i ain’t talking no stove

went against me,
murder she wrote

but who even 
knows, is that what 
she wrote? 

me & you never
up in the same boat

you a basic bitch
with some basic pros

with your basic flow
& your basic clothes

basically you ain’t 
nothing but a basic 
ass hoe


and that’s word to 
kash kash

tell them bitches 
get some kash kash

tell bitches look at
the stats stats

im always first &
and you last last

oh, that’s why
they mad mad

crack me a bitch
with this crack crack

im everything that 
you lack lack

baby where your
similar lac? lac (2x)

KA$H

Lyrics:

peruvian bundles,
fur straight from 
the jungle

bitch i am the best 
so why the fuck 
would i be humble? 

get ready to rumble,
bitches still my 
son though

told him eat the cookie
out the box like it’s
crumble (2x)


i’m the one you
ain’t even two

bitch i win, you
always gone lose

bitches know that
barbie the shit 

so they always 
do what i do

i do not put on 
no foot locker boo

you can’t walk a mile
in my shoes

i’m the reason all of 
these fags had the
courage to hop in 
the stu

*oop*

but these bitches 
bum though

but i got these 
bundles 

bitches always 
tryna be like me

but bitches 
unknown

get that cake, 
that funnel, pussy
wet like puddles 

nigga give me cash
so i can dip, don’t 
wanna cuddle


peruvian bundles,
fur straight from 
the jungle

bitch i am the best 
so why the fuck 
would i be humble? 

get ready to rumble,
bitches still my 
son though

told him eat the cookie
out the box like it’s
crumble

PERUVIAN BUNDLES

Lyrics:

da-da-da, da-da, 
da-da, da-da (2x)


ayo all these bitches
know i’m who they 
wanna be 

i mean i am the 
baddest bitch in
every country 

i pull up in that
transformer, color
bumblebee 

i’m in that d&g,
fuck you & your
dungarees


like everytime i say
“im coming”, bitches 
mark it on they calendar

it seem like they
dodging everytime 
i tell them “challenge her” 

i’m the OG princess,
you can’t even be the
passenger 

i ain’t with the bull
bitch, barbie ain’t a
matador 


bitch i get more 
cheese than a 
elbow macaroni

bitch i got more 
rings than a holy
matrimony 

bitch i’m such a
actress, where the
fuck my tony?

bitch you the doorman, 
like on jessie, bitch
you tony


now pass me the
keys to the mother
fucking tonica 

they sleeping on
your ass while you 
talking bout “insomnia”

you heard my bitch
when she said 
“step your cookies up”

so why you go from
janitor to working at
insomnia? 


da-da-da, da-da, 
da-da, da-da (2x)


ima need my flowers
cause you know that
i rose hoes 

in my rookie year
i was first pick,
derrick rose hoes

bitch i got a lot 
of rolls, but you know
i’m body goals

fly bitch from my
head, shoulder, knees, 
& fucking toes

i ain’t fucking with
him, let me go & 
see about his bro’s

pretty gang at nobu,
meanwhile y’all at 
papadeaux 


like bible, just ask
the dreamhouse, they 
recite my verses like a bible 

& if we in the club
then it’s a new money recital 

i’m vital, i’m busy,
i’m never idle, i’m your idol

i stamped the barbie,
princess, girly, blonde,
& mother title 


like all these bitches
know what the fuck it is 

name any bitch that
don’t know who the 
fuck i is

& if you don’t know,
i’m a woman of buis'

& i just so happen
to give these women
the buis'


like bitch you get it,
i’m the one that made
these hoes aesthetic 

they so pathetic,
i make movies hoe
give me my credit 

face card don’t 
decline, debit or
the credit?

she wanna beef 
with me, bout to make 
that bitch regret it

‎

SAGE