
(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)

[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

HEYYY #SKATAHSSS⛸️ we BACK in it, it was time for something new introducing “SKATAH” new ego 💫





Lyrics | 💫

“ FWM TAEMIX “

Yo it’s icon Mari when I’m up on the stage 

Little mix I got the power bitches ain’t got range 

Still rapping bout bags that they ain’t even buy 

While I’m on my vacation next stop is Dubai  


And my turban, so urban, up on this beat I blacked out 

And the card black too, and it never max out 


Well I heard they going camp, must be in the woods 

So I’m the big bad wolf girl give me ya goods 


I got the pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-paparazzi

You a fan girl ( can I get ya autograph please? ) 

When they need inspo I’m the one these bums look at 

“I love Mari”  scribbled all over they book bag 


All these hoes wanna get like Tae Mari 

( Like what’s next )Google search bar Safari 

And I’m still out running hoes like Sha’carri

Ball on em what’s the next play, word Kyrie 


“ MARI BACK “

Bank cash flow, money all up in the duffle bag 

All I do is ace and you can not get yo shuffle back 

Shake back, rude bitch, ima have to muzzle dat 

Talking on gram and now it’s to late to go double back 


I’m ya inspo all over ya mood board

Still teaching hoes put me on the school board 

And I’m eating rap hoes catch me at the food court 

Still flyest out, get ready for lift off 


Funny hoes thinking that they sitting next to me 

You a joke little mamma you a parody 

They screaming “Tae let go start sparing me “

Ain’t letting up not enough air in me 


Apparently, I got these hoes thinking that they Staring it 

Face on dolly so they might wanna pardon it 

Parking the big body sitting in the parking lot 

Said you washing bitches well I think you missed a spot 


It’s me up with Ken in the Barbie camper

It’s the Mari massacre and they waving the banner 

They French kissing my ass and I ain’t talking Montana 

And I still shit on bitches go and hand me the pamper 


You snotty nose hood rat 

Couldn’t get ya shake back 

I win you loose you could never get ya place back 

Ahead of my time and you bitches still after me 

your run never catching up with this athlete 
 
Come on

TAE MARI - FWM / MARI BACK

(Prod. jiffy rockets)


Lyrics:


(Intro)

now this right here 
some blonde ass shit bitch

better than me? 
you blind as shit bitch

my closet full of that
one of a kind shit bitch

we ain’t similar 
not even a bit bitch


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela,
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Verse 1: Mattel)

ew who the fuck are you?
im not finna argue
head to toe miu miu 
my niggas go pew pew


they got me bent
in that bent’
roll up my 5 percent tent 
& these bitches know im camp
but i aint talking bout no… 


im a diva, fashionista
& i look like mona lisa 

make a nigga, swipe the amex,
fuck a visa

throw that dough up,
just like it’s pizza

i chew like the beat 
just like pika

im mother bitch ask teresa 


yea i’m always on my mother, 
bitch go clean your 
fucking room out 

which one think she flyer, 
ima have to 
get the broom out 

bitches really looney, 
why the fuck you 
put them tunes out 

bitches acting stupid,
ima have to call the goons out


you washing tons?
well im with benjamin 

i go nuts like a yellow bag 
full of m&m’s

i show these bitches how to flow,
sound fish, & push a pen

i cannot see you bitches through
these schiaparelli lenses 


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela,
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Verse 2: BL0NZEE)

Now mirror mirror, who’s the fairest? 

These niggas embarrassed. 

Heels on milan, 
yeah the blondie out in paris. 

My barbie on mattela. 

She with the blonderella, 
I’m posing in my skin tight crop, margiela. 


So Now she claiming that she z, 
so ima have to call the booms out. 

Feeling like the minions, 
ima have to pull the moons out. 

Oops, im on my janet, 
ima let a boob out. 
Hanging with Klu klux klan, 
let the coons out. 


I ain’t shopping with vanilla, 
these bitches call me Priscilla. 
I’m fucking with them drug dealers. 
I’m going ape, like gorillas. 
My niggas is in my villa, 
I’m flaming bitches, godzilla. 
I’m city living, manilla. 
My coat is made of chinchilla. 


I aint talking about no uber, 
when i say you getting taxed out. 

He call me his ruby so 
his credit card i max out. 

She think she a ace 
until i bring a couple jacks out. 

Shitty booty bitches, 
ima have to bring the lax out. 

Pimping niggas out, I tell them 
pull them fucking racks out. 

You ain’t seeing me lil mami, 
you is in a cash drought. 

I ain’t talking jimmy when
 i say i got the mask out. 

They should call me lizzie cuz
 da way I’m getting axed out


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Outro)

i lay these rap bitches out,
where’s the bed sheet?

i win in everything,
mami check my spreadsheet

i only fuck him if 
his pockets on hefty

go against me you took an
L-vis presley 


oh you can’t take it,
but you dishin it?

bitch you washed 

go find your own style
cause, bitch you lost 

see i stay around the bloods,
like a fucking clot 

so stop acting like you hard 
when we know you not

Pamela

MUSÈ- Mrs.Echelon.

Angel & Barbie - Keep Dissing

BootyShopRMX - Monyunn

Cuatro FT Purcosex, BLONZEE, & The Girly

Monyunn - 4pm in Gainesville

FANTA (Lyrics) 🎀

[Prod. Wavyb0i]

(Chorus)

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

Verse (1)

high fashion yeezy, 
my car dash in. 

told her: 

“cut the drama genre” 
she ain’t ‘bout that action.

catch up bitch, you laggin! 
wigs and chains, i’m snatching! 

money; throw it up,
& i got all these bitches gaggin’

baddest bitch in the photo, 
but i’ll do a bitch so dirty

(uh huh)

illest bitch on the cloud app
i got the crown, these hoes ain’t worthy!

and yes, i’m cocky
wrist is hockey

shake it up, 
bitch like i’m rocky. 

oh she verse? 
that bitch can’t top me! 

octagon, 
these hoes can’t stop me.

pooch to the club 
& im fuckin’ it up, 

& you gotta be dumb if you 
think that i give me a fuck

like what..

the fuck is you sayin?
blacking out like tans

dirty dan, dirty dan
star bitch in the land

money in hand!

spend it all, 
get it back again

i’m on all fours, 
beat my back again.

(like what..)

(Chorus)

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

Verse (2)

man, i ball on a 
bitch like jordan

think her flow is better, 
what the FUCK is she snorting? 

my diamonds get wetter, 
seeing numbers like gordon

we don’t want you here, 
bitch go back to whoring!

MUSÈ- Mrs.Echelon.

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