(Prod. Diamond16k)

Lyrics:

(Quintessential)


quintessential, 
check my credentials,
multi-dimensional,
time for your funeral.


im sitting here thinking,

why she think 
her shit not stinking?

nemo bitches, 
yes im inking

& my outfits always pink-ing

you not better,
 you just reaching

bitch you’re quiet,
hoe im screeching

criss cross apple sauce, 
im teaching

im preaching,
like im the deacon

a beauty on your raps,
im sleeping

im raising hell (hail)
bitch im sleeting

bitch im balling, 
bitch im cleating 

bitch i ball,
cavalier cleavlands

bitch it’s my show,
like im cleavland

you ain’t “made” (maid) me 
bitch you cleaning

you was been
 supposed to be leaving 

but im back,
hoe like im leaning

hold on bitch my phone is ringing.



(Skrilla)

i think it’s because im fly
that im ticking them off

it be the bitches
 that don’t ball 

all of a sudden got balls

these bitches 
in they little mix

cause they know who the boss 

bitches 5th in the harmony,
no mind of they own

& they tryna hunt-er,
but i get that green then im gon(e)

& in real life, 
i’ll have them gone

talking ‘bout what you gone

bitches thinking 
that they high

well i’ll have that ass stoned

& im still the first rapper
 to talk about swarovski stones!


pick my fruit out bitch 
you know where my pears go

until her tracks stick,
i won’t let her hair go

it’s a stick up bitch,
you look like a scarecrow 

these nickelodeon bitches
faker than pear phones.


knock off, 
ima knock your top off

car, i drop the top off

listen to my mixtape,
you know i been popped off

her numbers ain’t dialing
now she wanna take her crocs off.


wait hold on me take off my
 marni slides.. 


my flow so stupid,
i gotta dumb bars down

i can decide 
if the top of my car down

listen to me,
now you know how a star sound

look at me,
counting that cake 
by the fucking pound

bitch you my dog, 
now go to your fucking pound 

wanna beef? quater pound 
wanna beef? in the ground

pucci gown!
pucci gown!
pucci gown!
pucci gown!

how you keep bringing me up,
but you put me down?


im gone keep switching,
she gone keep stealing.

you’re not the don,
you like D.O.N.U.T with the jelly filling 

& your musicccc,
they’re still not feeling

& im chilling in chinchilla 
while im counting all this skrilla.

Skrilla


(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)

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- CAME UP (remix).

[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

ROCK ANGELZ

(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

He’s A B*tch (ft. Nova, Kajo Muah & Tae Mari)

LYRICS: 

IM BACKKKKKKKK

Ummm I was gone…
And I told bitches to step they cookies up
ITS DA DON!

Okay
I pull up on the curb in that MILANSTA
Benz sent me the sponsor
License plate say FATHA
Got it baby blue to taunt ha
I’m in that WHAM BAM
She so Civic, in her Honda
The card black
Like Kanye’s Album Cover
Donda

Told dem that they better
step they cookies, get they bread up
Cause that Tre Milano reign just won’t let up
They tryna go the BANJI route, rob me for my get up
Chicken dinner with the curry, swish on bitches, how I wet up

50K for me to offer (off ha)
Bitch go grab the saucer
Treat me like a housewife 
Gift a bitch the latest Porsche (Porsha)
She chose to go against me
I aint force ha
And all you bum bitches is my sons
Not biological, I fostered 
Now step ya….


Yo they mad cus I am who they wanna be
Got a rich bitch, boss mentality 
And I just came from another galaxy
Out of this world, poster girl, but she ain’t half of me

They call me Mrs Bitch, but I never miss bitch
Pop ha top, corona, while I’m sipping on a Mistic
She saying she the Queen where the stats?
Guess I missed it
He like me cus I’m wetter
While her cookie dry BRISKET

Bitch I play the center
Tell ha fix ha damn antenna
Yea I’m Nicki
He Safaree 
And that bitch Erica Mena
Cause he still want me again 
I kill bitches and then I skin em
FUCK PETA
Rock a Mink
And I match it up with some denim
Bitches come
I never send em
She dissing me
When she been a
DAY ONE FAN 
Know my lyrics 
Fuck she got up in ha

Might hit Jamaica Ave, then I’m sliding up to Harlem
She ain’t know how to step it up
I fucked around and taught her

Cookies (DonMix)

YUNGIN, LEE - MARGIELA

Heyy SKATAH’s⛸️this was for the album but I felt the need to drop this because it was just too FYA . 


RAJA HOT 


Coming through with all that static

the flyest like where my pilot

Need to get on Nutra Boost, because my pockets is the fattest


Call me Bella cause I been had it 

Got more green then a St. Patric 

 I’m such a money fanatic

Yes I ball like I’m a Mavericks  


So I bring-it-back-like-rebottles

I am so cray, I’m not subtle 

I’m bagging niggas like duffles 

I’m on the double like rubble 


You can’t see me like it’s breezy 

I got the drip like it’s Fiji

It’s just to easy so peasy  

Like cop me diamond’s so RiRi

(Hook) 


You could never be half of me 

On ya platter, why they think that they serving me? 

You my babies, put you in a nursery 

Death note, put you bitches in a hearse for me 


Yeah I’m hot, cut on the air like the vents is out 

Only time you serve camp is when the tents is out 

I’m In that big boy you hoes can’t rent shit out 

Cause you ain’t touching green like the fence is out 


Wait, like what you mad bout, Sitting with a pout mouth? 

Mad that I’m winning cause they didn’t take the same rout 


Yeah I peep the denial in yeah face

So I ball athlete , court style, NBA  


See I’m running ink all this pen that I push 

When Im steady washing tons, like George no bush 

I’m the real ICON and they wishing they could 

Wish they could?, yeah bitch wish they would


I’m the best at it, 

such vet at it 

steady bugging me, y’all a pest at it 


If you throwing shots get ya vest at it 

Cause if you come for me you gone re-gret  it 


So which bitch want it? 

I come with-auto-matics 

MC you can’t touch this 

Can’t steal my style not even snub this

MUSÈ- CAME UP (remix).

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