Name: Musè - QueenMotha by MUSÉ
Duration: 3 min 5 s
Description: this was originally supposed to be for tramaines album .. sadly I had to drop so they KNOW! #queenmothmuse

You go low i guess ill meet you in hell 🫣

[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

Angel & Barbie - Keep Dissing

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)

Autograph.m4a

7. GUTTA BITCH FT. MVTTEL

this was originally supposed to be for tramaines album .. sadly I had to drop so they KNOW! #queenmothmuse

Musè - QueenMotha

something new, pretty, and nasty for my babies 🎀👅 
thank ya for continuing to stream my music despite me not dropping in a couple of mnths i rly appreciate it ! 🎀 love ya! PS… buckle ya mfn seat belt broads!

NASTY GIRL

TAE MARI - COMPETITION

(Prod. YMP Cash)

Lyrics:

it’s the princess,
daughter you not 
fucking with me, 
incest 

got no point 
like index

they bugging
me like insects

i know i’m pushing
your buttons, that’s
why you been pressed

bitch you holding
no weight, you on
the bench pressed


you a clown hoe,
you get a pie
to the face

when they told you 
“ you the best “ 

bitch they lied 
to your face

i’m the ace, that’s
that spade, that’s 
that kate 

as for you, that’s
that short, that’s 
your cake


i told them bow,
before these niggas
go bow 

i stay the talk
of the town

they be like how,
because they look
at my shoes & that is
like a measly thou'

under a week, they 
know i can hit a thou'

don’t have to pay 
for no crowd

bitch once again,
go clean my crown

nother man down,
they know it shut 
this shit down 


it’s the prince pulling 
up with the princess

say my name in vain 
and you will pay,
god is my witness 

all you peasants 
dismissed, wrist looking 
like it’s christmas 

i am the influenza in this ho
known to be the sickiest

you niggas be acting 
but i cannot fake it

just gimme the loot
nigga or ima take it

y’all know who the prince 
is i don’t gotta say it

drop me a new verse 
& you know they gone play it

walk up in the flock, 
you know ima shake it 

reach in my pants, 
i just might spray it

i ain’t in y’all lane 
so i’ma just say it

i got the crown now 
& y’all gotta face it

but listen man i’m 
true to this shit

all you niggas is some rookies 
man y’all new to this shit

copped the sky box tickets
 & i flew in this bitch

never bite the hand 
that feed you but 
y’all chewing my shit

& chewing my dick 

i’m finna start suing and shit

i’m like some well done steak
 you can’t chew through me bitch

y’all know that i am the one
 that’s why y’all 2ing n shit 

it’s the princess & the prince 
but y’all knew that lil bitch


like you the peasant,
dont make me tell
the macs get the 11 

if it’s up like 7, then 
it’s going down, 47 

pussy bomb
(armageddon)

and that money..
(ima get it)

all that princess, 
girly, barbie, etcetera,
my aesthetic


they hear you songs, 
shake and go 

bitch your wigs, 
shake and go 

you can’t rap, 
bitch you’re fat, 
just order your 
shake and go 

if you ugly, 
i won’t post

tell a bitch step
up her gross  

cause if you got 
the least, then i don’t 
wanna hear you 
do the most hoe 


bitch im the barbie
 & that is dmoney 

egg on your face, 
side up sunny, & runny 

laugh to the bank, 
cause you bumb 
bitches funny 

still couldn’t have
a chance if your
name was sonny

bitch i go nuts like 
the cheerios honey

my niggas keep 
that shit tucked 
by they tummy 

basketball wives, 
ima keep me a duffy 

so why would i argue 
with a bubble guppy? 


like fuck did you think

bitch im the reason you 
banging that pink 

hop out the brinx

it ain’t no way that 
you thinking you better, 
i’m really in this bitch
rolling like rinks

& what my bitch say?.. 

you bitches look up to me, 
you say you look up to her, 
but really you look up to me

Princess (feat. D$)

Lyrics:

barbie go round 
the world

i been the girly girl

get on the beat &
i twirl 

throw money up
like a hurl

said i make his toes 
curl 

all of these bitches
washed like whirl 

bitch im the bomb,
pearl

and i’m killing bitches
like pearl


anyways eli, you know i’m
 the one they tryna be like 

sit a bitch back, that’s a 
motherfucking recline 

face never decline, 
he always reply 

up in that g5, 
every time we fly 

refried, keep it a bean

i made you bitches 
start banging that pink
 
now i got these bitches 
claiming they princess

when months ago you was 
saying you queen 


i see you bitches 

i am not dreaming, 
stop pinching 

don’t see no well
but they wishing

that’s why i switch it 

who had them worried 
bout digits?

even jaida know i pink it


like.. i’m the throne,
you ain’t near that

bitch you ass…….. nair that!

ELIVISION & Barbie - WRLD 2

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, I mean really really bad things 
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, I mean really really bad things

Verse 1:
Smashed on the beat and the beat got sicker, Beyoncé
Nigga want me cus I’m thicker, snicker
Ion do the rah rah bicker
Pumped up kids with the kicks better run, got a gun
Where the black cards at? It’s a stick up
Pour the fuzz and I sip up
Throw my shoes off
No, not kick ups
And the gang gonna click back, no clique up
Boom pow, there’s your ass shots
Do it big, caps lock
Make them chickens dance, since they wanna be a mascot
Spilling lean in my new bugatti
Stretch it out like we do Pilates
Constellation, just copped a body
Line em up like coke, Bobby
“Amilli you so extra”, I’m not your regular degular 
 How you try to stage a stunt, and you still the extra?
Shoutout to Maj, I ain’t never lied
He like open up, it’s demon time
New acrylics, it’s me-me (mimi) time
Sunflower bitch (sonflower), you a seed of mine

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, I mean really really bad things
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, I mean really really bad things

Verse 2:
Nigga, what you wanna do?
Jack it like it’s Looney Tunes
Bitches on they Fruit of Looms,
but worried bout what’s on my shoes
When I get to dirty dancing, the gorillas go bananas
We don’t fuck with propaganda
We don’t do AMILLI slander
Drip pressure, no hydraulics
Lemme feed you hoes some knowledge 
Ima hire me a stylist, dress me up like Guatemalans
Don’t be biased, I’m the flyest
They just suck my dick in private
And my stock is still suppliant
Flip my wood to gold like Midas
And them hills been hella silent, cus they know I come with riots
Yeah, money like magic, Gomez
Baddest bitch on my block, Lopez
Anyways, Chanel finna cop me a CC
John Wayne, and I ride on the dick like giddy
And I never got work, I ain’t never been an Iggy
Pretty in the face like Nicki on Getty, bitch

Chorus:
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
He just wanna smash things
Only into cash things 
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, I mean really really bad things
We could do some bad things
Really really bad things
Got a really slim frame
Feinin, not Kurt Cobain
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some (bad things)
We could do some, I mean really really bad things

Outro:
Ion really give a fuck who popping, who top notching
Muhammad Ali a bitch, then I have my jeweler ice them
Pull up in a whip, top him off like it’s ice cream
This that nutty butty crunch, caramel, with the frosting, bitch

Musè - QueenMotha

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