rocking ma hand me downs dick sucking u wanna be down bitch!

Uppa Echelon

STUPID ft. The Girly (SlugMix)

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- MOM (FREESTYLE). (PROD.B$ )

To lighten the mood starbies⭐️ 
Lyrics 🫶🏽



I spit ill like it’s mucus

When my bars slap get abusive 

And I cop what ever I chooses  

And that’s Jimmy C’s when I chews-es


Bitches playing puzzle tryna piece it up 

While they bread flat gone yeast it up

Is they Kim K when they keeping up? 

If This a relay YALL  ain’t keeping up 


That’s races

2nd places  Yo first home no bass

You can give it up

Ain’t ill enough  

And yo money brief like cases 


gator, on decorator 

You bitches ain’t on my radar 

How you ride the beat with out no wheels since these bitches think that they skaters


And I’m to hot where the stove is??

Bitches lying about they closets 

Bitches Barbing ‘bout my wallets 

Like why you pollying in my pockets 


Like my money fed you can’t cop this 

And they wondering where my drop is?

Still wondering who my opp is 

Sitting real pretty in the block list 


y’all gone do what ever I do 

Cop my style thinking that cute 

And I heard talking shit in that booth 

But they only want beef in that stew 


So bitch stop riding 

And bitch stop trying 

Had a Chance to peek boo so stop hiding

Y’all sloppy joe when y’all Biden my style so bitch stop lying 


You ain’t on the shit that you say 

Don’t make me call my bitch up ducce 

she’ll have you putting up that surrender sign that peace signs, like deuces

And if you still hating check the impact 

You ain’t selling off of that rift raft 

You can’t make a hit so you make jabs  

And I’m the type bitch that like to fight back 



Wait cause all my hits is intact bitch 

And I’m still saying “aha” bitch 

Yo play yo role, tryna act funny now you sitting up in a cast bitch 

And I’m still washing they ass bitch 

Hope you trained up for this track bitch 

You ain’t Kunty, you ain’t Campy, and you still could never be fab bitch 


Its just me up with my bitches 

Booking flights round the gloab 

And they be quick to jack the fit that is when ever I post 


Them diss tracks got em feening think they needing a dose 

I got the light like amber so why they mad that I  rose

TAE MARI - FAB

[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

SARAH PARKER FT MUSÈ

(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- MOM (FREESTYLE). (PROD.B$ )

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