UR MUG IS HIT BUT THE CONSEQUENCES? YOU GOTTA FACE IT.

THESE BITCHES WANNA BE PARIS BUT SLEEPIN IN THEM HILTONS.

MY NAME GO DING - DONG, FOR URS? I DONT HEAR NO BELLLLLSSSSSSSSSSSSS

(Prod. Arrogant)

Lyrics:

wrong bitch, feeling hit 
‘bout the wrong shit.

when i press her, they gone ask her 
what’s wrong bitch?

& she gone say, she
got into it with the wrong bitch.

hm, im still the hostess,
& my name ding dong sis.


you would think her leaving
made the completion go away

left, came back,
wasnt competition anyway

they tryna cancel ‘tel on a 
big petition anyway

but note, im booked, 
composition anyway.


these bitches thinking that 
they losing cause im in the way.

i mean it’s half true,
half wrong, in a way.

she said she “better than me”?
SIKE, i was finna say.

these bitches seen my impact,
less than a day.


stop depending on other 
rap bitches lyrics.

you bitches is old as fuck, 
& im fine like wine & they spirits.

they wondering why im winning,
i said it’s the Holy Spirit.

you bitches ain’t really fly,
you bitches really them spirits.


im american, all about myself,
im so arrogant.

never really worried bout my kids,
bad parenting.

count a mill-i-on (milian)

judging bitches like im marilyn.

group of niggas knocking at your door,
like they caroling.


how it’s playtime,
& you barely even get plays? 

this hoe a fem top,
& she barely even get play.

you still my dog lil bitch,
sit/stay.

got ‘em nervous, 
got ‘em scared, pit stain.


look at your 1k to my 6
im hard to reach bitches.

really tried to lend a hand, 
i tried to teach bitches.

like amanda seyfried,
i got chloé on my feet bitches.

never been the type to beef,
always tryna meet (meat) bitches.


she wanna front?
push that bitch wig back.

if she broke, tell her ass fix that.


miserable. 

little rapper bitches
 ain’t even in my peripheral.

im too hard bitch, synonym: difficult.


these bitches ain’t at least catchy,
if not lyrical.

POP it OFF like PETER,
& my wrist on WATER MIRACLE!

if i tell you what im whippin,
you would think that it’s a miracle.

im the type to check up on 
these bitches like it’s clinical.


loser ass bitches 
always tryna steal my motto.

we’re not the same, 
no potato, patoto.

Christian Dior Vintage John Galliano.

bars move more weight 
than that nigga El Chapo.


yea! Dior Saddle Pochette,
 i don’t do that poor shit.

pull up to the venue, 
yes i valet Porsche it.


loser bitches still with that dissing,
that’s just some more shit.

never natural, 
bitch you always tryna force shit.

only princess you can be is Fiona.

fuck you look like? OGRE!

had to wake these
 rap bitches up like fogers.

she think she ride the beat
like a HARLEY, that bitch a JOKER.

watch your mouth, 
put it to your gap, to your molar.

LAST time she tried to 
steal my style bitch i stole-her.

bitch you don’t look good, 
bitch you don’t sound good.

i don’t know who told her.


it’s clear they wanna start me.
that’s Stella McCartney.

didn’t mommy tell you fags,
“not to play with the barbie”? 

i ain’t with the lovey dovey shit,
i aint Barney.

im at Barney’s, slides on Marni, 
& the bag Coperni.


don’t call the lord now,
we ain’t gone “KUMBAYA” 


when im shitting on these bitches,
just admit that i do it.

just admit we not congruent.

just admit who the influence.

gave you bitches time to blow 
& y’all muh’ fucking blew it.


i wanna know who clearing muah.

bitch look at my repertoire.

all up on my pussy, clit.
all up on my fuckin twat.

like a microwave,
bitch you HAD time to get hot.

she lost the spot, i took the spot.
she HOT cause im HOT!


ain’t about the money, 
tell these bitches (a)rrivederci 

i mean look at what my shirt say.
act like everyday my birthday. 


& my wrist is on cataclysm.
& we ain’t gone play your plagiarism.


mattel “Anna Mae”.

steady counting cake.

Talking Tom bitches
 tryna say what i say.

don’t got the 
talent, body, looks, or the money!

so it’s not me!

your nigga brining me flowers 
like it’s may!

Kumbaya

MUSÉ,TREDADON: DOADONNA/ LOL2.

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

TAE MARI - RIDDLEMETHIS (TAEMIX)

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)

[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

Da Demolition

IM SCREAMING can’t believe i’m putting my indecisiveness aside and letting y’all have this. i love you all who listen and like always enjoy.




lyrics:

i got the ace since you wanna
 play the queen card
you so girly but a fem get ya 
peen hard? i stay with the blue
and reds like police cars, it’s 
still fuck em til they loose, p star

underground mainstream rap chick,
running through a fat check, still got that 
quicker picker upper swiffer wet jet
ya favorite rapper probably suck, 
as for me? tight like a faggots tuck

anyway bitch i fuck good, i mean,
what’s good?
ain’t looking for a genie but i wish 
a duck wood

r- run up, quack and get done up,
throw you hoes crumbs get ya 
bread bun up

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

shaking rap bitches like nemo what’s
up, pussy look like it need chemo hold up

these rap bitches ain’t cut like that, they latinos
my ass stay with new hot shit like jalapeños 

fly bitch on that new shit like a maggot
you ain’t ken to me if you couldn’t play with em faggot

ho said she moving up? it’s paralysis 
lil mama talking about she ball? had
to foul this bitch

all of a sudden bitches ‘dolly’ put that
perc down, killing bitches, michael vick
the way i hurt hounds

leave holes in these hoes and sell em by the dozen
bitch talking bout she better is they cutting onions?

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

bring that switch out like i’m bipolar
rap bitches got me rolling judge toler
don’t carry testicles but ya girl ballin
ya career on september it’s fallin 

like bitches comment til a bitch start 
shooting  stars
thought they was snatching up chairs
 the way ya music off

money rake up quick to shut the 
fake up
mac to ha face now the bitch tryna
 make up

chocolate chip, thin mint, oatmeal, 
shortbread can’t fuck a nigga if he 
counting up short bread
he gotta have the collard greens 
for the cornbread pussy game cold
though i give warm head

you know my pockets full of cake 
like a fat ho
you ain’t fly bitch i’m quick swat a 
nat ho
all in my face tryna cheese you a 
rat ho
ain’t on victorious but i’m quick to 
slap ho’s

cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up
cookies up, little bitch step your
cookies up [2]

(stick butter
brown sugar
white sugar 
large egg
big teaspoon of vanilla
cup flour
salt pinch
bake powder
in the oven low eat for a 
half hour.)

hey hey, day day day day
i get money every damn day
hey hey, day day day day
my shit bang bang bang bang
bang

Cookies

That’s So Nova
NovaGalore - Single

(verse 1)
nova nova nova
who these bitches wanna be
& nova nova nova
who the girls love to see

& nova nova nova
who the boys wanna eat
hm, im finna address some hoes
take you a seat

hm, see one thing bout me?
i don’t take no shit
rap better than me?
you out tht lumpy ass wig

hoes been speaking on me
since a bitch popped up
hm, you ain’t no pretty bitch
you shaped like big poppa

(hook)
hm, long nails, crop top
(thats so nova)
bend it, buss it, make it pop
(gone head nova)

when you see tht black truck
(bitch thats nova)
ion neva give a fuck
(cause bitch im nova)

that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so nova, that’s so nova
hm, that’s so nova!

(verse 2)
bitch i see you copying
bitch i see you mocking me
still going hard
ain’t no hater bitch stopping me

pretty like suki
bitches hate on me like mama dee
ask the government 
this pussy good fa the economy 

wiggle it watch me twerk
im the boss, get to work
hm
ion like to cuff these niggas
i just like to flirt

you ain’t eating this ass?
well this not gone work
see a bitch blowing up
i know tht opp bitch hurt

mwah

blowing kisses at you broads
ima finesse em 
make em buy me a house and a car

my bars cold bitch 
gimme a round of applause 
& ion see no pretty hoes
i see a bunch of frauds
(i mean a bunch of frogs)

you hoes extra ugly
this pussy extra lovely
how you a mothafuckn doll 
when yo mug on chucky

i gave yo fat ass a pass
bitch you extra lucky
he like it when i give him
tht extra sloppy sucky

(hook)
long nails, crop top
(thats so nova)
bend it, buss it, make it pop
(gone head nova)

when you see tht black truck
(bitch thats nova)
ion neva give a fuck
(cause bitch im nova)

that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so nova, that’s so nova
hm, that’s so nova!

(verse 3)
oop there she go (haha)
uh there she go (haha)
uh there she go
now there she go
now there she go

its nova
ya muthafuckn motha
ima arch my back
& bigitty back it up on ya brotha

she tryna steal my style 
but there could neva be anotha
ya times up bitch
can somebody hit the buzza? (bzzz)

i stay in hoes mouths 
but ion give a muthafucka
you steady runnin yo dick suckers
talk w/ ya knuckles

you bitches know my bop
you hoes know im on top
you said you can rap better
still aint showed us whatchu got


you talm bout you a IT girl
baby thats wht you not
you keep on speaking on me
watch yo mixtape flop

uha
& this my last time talking if we ain’t gone fight
my payback is fucking my opps niggas every night
they just hate me for no reason
them hoes hate me outta spite
prolly cause im younger then them 
& my pussy hella tight (goodnight)

(hook)
long nails, crop top
(thats so nova)
bend it, buss it, make it pop
(gone head nova)

when you see tht black truck
(bitch thats nova)
ion neva give a fuck
(cause bitch im nova)

that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so (hahahaha) that’s so (*gasp*)
that’s so nova, that’s so nova
hm, that’s so nova!

(outro)

<- that’s
     so ->
<- no
     va ->

<- that’s
     so ->
<- no ->
<- va ->

bend it
buss it
drop it
lock it
pop it
don’t stop it

he wanna fuck w/ nova?
well ima need his wallet!

MUSÉ,TREDADON: DOADONNA/ LOL2.

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