INTRO:
telfar or the birkin on the lock
30 bands in my hand or the world gone stop
Niggaasss
on my top, nigga hop off cock
swea 2 god onna bitch imma TEN, u a chop

yo, name a nigga I ain’t better than!
name a bitch, point em out wit ya severed hand. And ho , 10 outta 10 THEY BE MEGA FANS. u bitches blowed like the spot talking taliban 


U BITCHES BLOWED ! 🤣

LYRICS:
ugly HOES playing dress up in my old wear
my lingo and my skin and my old hair
ya bitches thru, ass torn and ya hole tear 
she rapping BIG but that bitch don’t even GO HERE!

LOSER, LAME ASS BITCHES AINT POPPIN!
that shit hoes chatter, yuck mouth BREATH ROCKIN. 

fuck around and find out HO, who KNOCKING
treat EM like Sam, but the butter inna stocking

that’s my gift 2 u HO
and my life that u wrote
yeah u study me badly 
u living thru me it show

bitch I see u so mad them fake hearts ain’t low
envious but when I post… bet that dick gone grow

real bitches know the vibes and the message
bitch u so mad from my voice and my presence. 

Ho u INNA FIELD, but in the field HO U BEGGING! 

NIGGA BENNA CLOWN, On Ronald. NO REAGAN 

BITCH I BEEN PRETTY
ON OR OFF with the MAKEUP!
BLAND ASS BITCH , I suggest u get ya cake up! 

Oh I GET IT now it’s not me, u a HA TER! 
And I’m still fuckin ONNAT nigha when we break up!

U DUMB FUCK

bet that nigha spend em bands like a DUMB slut. 
And I ain’t lying, face deep in my whole BUTT. 
and yeah I got this crazy feeling in my whole gut. that i be spending DUMBY cash yeah I go nuts 

keep them subs inna back fuck a ho mention
bitches want me out the seat, got u hoes wishing. Like Rosa, cross the legs while a ho dissing. Sitting pretty, tunnel vision AINT no competition


BLOWED!

BLOWED!

Riddle me this? ftMUSÉ

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)

TAE MARI - MOTHER (the original)

MUSÈ- CAME UP (remix).

(Prod. Zoowe)

Lyrics:


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x


(Verse 1)

i don’t gotta spell it out 
to know that bitches wanna be me

you ain’t buzzing,
cause you steady tryna be me

& even after the b, 
you couldn’t see me

i got bars bitch,
they screaming free me


now this that new brand,
now this that brand new

now bitch you NOT me,
aint talking bantu 

im playing boys
for the cartier 
out in cancun 

swear they cant 
stand you, but on 
the low they just stan you


money flat stanley

you my daughter,
should’ve plan b’d

get my funds
then i dip, i aint talking 
bout the candy

you been doing
 this for too long, 

we don’t wanna
 hear that granny

gotta transition 
my style, i aint talking
bout no tranny 


ahhhh wrist cold, big bur,
get the big fur

these sesame street bitches 
looking like that big bird

he wanna fuck,
i asked him 
“ are your pockets big sir?”

“ & can you fly me out to cali, 
up on big sur? “


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x


(Verse 2)

everytime im on the beat,
i cut up, bitch i slaughter that

everything i do, bitches wish that 
they’d have thought of that

bitch i ball…. quarterback 

if hip hop was dead, 
best believe i brought it back


they tell me get her, 
then ima go get her

i get that money,
bitch im a go getter 

aint gotta talk about 
who do it better 

go ask they the audience,
they say “mattela!”

dior top, skirt, &
the boots are margiela 

i shake it up,
i been had it like bella 

still rap bitch terror, 
im taking they fellas,
they still got vendettas,
whatever, whatever.

im the only barbie, 
im the only mogul,
im the only camp bitch 

i already told you!

my drive is so crazy, 
all you bitches getting totaled

bitch i ball.. dragon z,
super saiyan blonde
like im goku


what you know bout that knwls?

& what you bitches know 
bout that gcds?

& what you bitches know,
bout being the best

now where the starch,
cause you corn 
& you still pressed!


(Chorus)

wait.. wait a second
me you not impressing
me you are not pressing
why the fuck you stressing?

talking bout the past tense
talk about the present

baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession?

what’s with the obsession?
what’s with the obsession?
baby just one question,
what’s with the obsession? 2x

Obsession

(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

MUSÈ- CAME UP (remix).

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