Fire (five) 6, 7, bullets at ‘em, fast foward, getting my dick ate (eight) 🥸

Jade & Youngboy Never Broke Again - KICKBOXER

$T!LL A D3MON

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Wet wet

Spoiled Brat

ROUGH

Happy Birthday to me, Droid!

Shut It Down - Lyrics
Miikael, NovaGalore & TAÉ MONROE - Single
℗ 2025 Miikael Productions / PRTTYBOYNATION Records

[Intro: TAÉ MONROE, Miikael & NovaGalore]
(Loser, ew)
(M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Miikael, power up) Ah
(Galore)

[Verse 1: NovaGalore]
Weave too long, let me wrap it up
These hoes get to trippin', I just pack 'em up
Big butt, wanna touch? Then give me your bucks (Ooh)
Get my nut then cut him off, no keepin' in touch (Uh)
He throwin' his money up, I'm throwin' it back (Ah, ah, ah)
Daddy said he like the Range better, so I went with that (Ooh)
I'ma fly the G5, she gon' take the bus (Bitch)
Pretty Gang runnin' shit, just leave it to us (Mwah, mwah, mwah)
Foot up on they backs, man, you hoes so beneath me (Ugh)
What y’all gon' do without Galore? Bitch, you need me (Ho)
If yo' nigga look, I bet that's gettin' him took
He keep on suckin' my pussy, I gotta get him a nook

[Chorus: NovaGalore]
I'ma shut it down (Step through, strike a pose)
Shut it down (Flexed up on you hoes)
Shut it down (Paparazzi gettin' the look)
Shut it down (Galore got you hoes shook)

[Post-Chorus: NovaGalore & Miikael, NovaGalore]
Shut it down (Ow)
Shut it down (Ooh)
Shut it down
Nigga, I shut it down (Ugh)
Shut it down
Shut it down
Shut it down (Post up, shut it down)

[Verse 2: Miikael]
If a nigga on my body with no money, I curse him with pestilence
I call my lil' joce, he give me racks and never estimates
I don't care 'bout no nigga, why would I care 'bout your sentiments?
I'm trumpin' y'all parade, but I ain't bittin' no electorates
I power down to power up, I never gave a single fuck
Don't engage in no conversations if it ain't about a buck
Get on your knees and open up, I'm givin' you my dick to suck
I'm outside with my niggas, hope your pussy ass know how to duck
Where's Marcy? It's a couple niggas who should be shut down
Matter fact, shot down, tell 'em all yo' kill count
The Droid'll never come 'round, I don't like yo' new sound
You ain't in control, what made you think you'd get the Cloud crown?
These niggas too pussy, I'm 'bout to douse 'em with my nut
Cruisin' in Montgomery, shovin' mop handles down they butt
Love the cars and yo' card, he love my dick 'cause it jut
Tryna remodel the drive when I corrupted the LUT
I pull up in a Jag', but Galore wanted the pink Range
I'm gettin' trippy off the red Buzz, I miss the rage
I know you think you got the fans, but them bots on yo' page
And I would hate to kick you down, have you callin' out, "Spare change"
I love hurtin' niggas and breakin' pockets, I'm lovin' my lil' hobby
Clap that ass all on my face to Megan Thee S 'Body'
If I need a few girls on my arm, I'll call up my lil' hotties
Shakin' ass from wall to wall to that new Sissy Nobby
I am the originator, the king, the Droid, the etymology
And fuck Martin Luther, I'm all 'bout inequality
We not the same, I got more money, I am technology
If you don't follow my program, you can die in my colony
I throw hella racks on Pretty Gang and my NATION
If you wanna fight, you can hit me for my location
W-w-we the generation, f-f-fuck the variations
Don't text me 'bout no song, I ain't doin' collaborations, 'cause

[Chorus: NovaGalore]
I'ma shut it down (Step through, strike a pose)
Shut it down (Flexed up on you hoes)
Shut it down (Paparazzi gettin' the look)
Shut it down (Galore got you hoes shook)

[Post-Chorus: NovaGalore & Miikael, NovaGalore, TAÉ MONROE]
Shut it down (Ow)
Shut it down (Ooh)
Shut it down
Nigga, I shut it down (Ugh)
Shut it down
Shut it down
Um, hello? Is this thing on?

[Verse 3: TAÉ MONROE & NovaGalore]
Known to cause a scene on the block, get it hot
If you wanna step to me then it's off with your top
Guillotine (I got that bom-bom like Selen')
I can make a nigga hot, bet he havin' them fever dreams
When I walk in (Nose up), make a scene (Sho'nuff)
Monroe givin' headshots, come and get your close up
I'm a rap bully, bitch, and I'm known to come and diss you
(Presidential suites) Ugh, like the state officials
Ayy, yo, Nova (Ow), I pull up in a space green Rover
Body been tea, you can mix it with the boba
PBN takin' over, ho, I thought I told ya
I'm runnin' shit and steady lappin' across the coast-a

[Verse 4: NovaGalore, Miikael & TAÉ MONROE]
After I shut it down I'ma shake it back up (Ugh)
They like, "Oh shit, Nova finna act up" (Ah)
Strike a post for the flick, f-flip me hair and then I dip
I-I'm the P-P-President but I ain't tryna politic (Galore)
Niggas know not to hit up Miikael for a feature, 'cause I'ma ride
Ain't on that (Bounce it, biggity, bounce it, biggity)? Gon' and move onto the side
Why would I fuck with broke niggas? I bring more than y'all provide
I know y'all hope to mix like Miikael, lil' bitch, continue and try
Y'all cant fuck with me or James Brown, why these hoes so against me?
I be fuckin' your daddy, he send more than you send me
Why the fuck do ugly niggas think that they can end me?
I'm in my own lane, bitch, you could never befriend me (Uh-huh)
Gale or Oprah? A real one issue
This one known for the whip, this one real dismissive
And can get real active, pistol whip you
Now, Miikael, go and make yo' eighteen wishes 
It's my birthday, c'mon baby, shake that ass, ho
She gon' throw it back, shake it fast like a free throw (Hey, hey, hey)
Everything expensive, I ain't never been no cheap ho, weak ho
Line all my hoes up in a row, everybody get a free show (Ow)

[Chorus: NovaGalore, NovaGalore & Miikael]
I'ma shut it down (Step through, strike a pose)
Shut it down (Flexed up on you hoes)
Shut it down (Paparazzi gettin' the look)
Shut it down (Galore got you hoes shook)

[Post-Chorus: NovaGalore & Miikael, NovaGalore]
Shut it down (Ow)
Shut it down (Ooh)
Shut it down
Nigga, I shut it down (Ugh)
Shut it down
Shut it down
It's Nova, Monroe, and Miikael, let's go (Shut it down; Look)

[Outro: NovaGalore & TAÉ MONROE]
Shut it down, nigga
Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down, nigga (Ugh, it's a real nigga birthday)
Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down, nigga (Ugh, it's a real nigga birthday; Mwah)

Shut It Down

TIRED HO (TEASER)

SPORT (LYRICS) 

Verse 1
Black truck, matte black — Bratz back, bitch
I hate to kill the buzz, but it’s a wrap, bitch
Tryna rap? Left your talent in the back, sis
Like Thanos, I’ll delete you in a snap, bitch (you gone!)

I made you — I hope you ain’t forget it
Live in the city, but to end me it’s gon’ take a village
Still pretty? (Check.)
Run up a (Check.)
Bank account say some millions, these bitches wishin’ they could be me

Go find a magician — bitch, you suck, give it up
Got Don in my cup, all these bitches talkin’ tough
Who first to link up?
Y’all hoes ain’t rough, don’t want no work —
Bitch, my hands work, I’ll beat a bitch up

I’ll pay for your gas if you wanna link, boo
Mean mug — I walk in, I’m rude
Bitches, I take ‘em to school
Teach ‘em the way of the rules
Bratz life, bitch!

⸻

Chorus
Bitch, I ball on the court, to the mall in a sport
We done made it to the crib, bitch, it’s five in the mornin’
Now we off to the port, flyin’ private of course
I be mixin’ all these drugs — got me fried, I need more

(x2)

⸻

Verse 2
Vogue magazine — bitches is green
And my green? Long limousine
This new Celine, and my team?
Matchin’ my fly, we don’t do Coach, we on a jet
Wavin’ goodbye, we in Dubai-bai

Top of the tipper, pussy sweet like margarita
Heard her mom’s a bartender (ew)
Told her “shake that ass, bitch,” and I might think to tip her
Umm… wait a minute, never mind

That bitch so black, look like she belong in a coffin
Pop, bitch, pop, bitch — I’m waitin’ for you to pop, bitch! (pop off!) 
You know I never mind it with a hoe
You know I’m never gon’ flop, bitch

Versace denim, the jumbo Chanel, and that Maison Margiela
My top bitch — can I see your Isabel Marants?
Matter fact, go get the box, bitch

Barbie doll funeral — man, this shit long overdue
I done made it from Brickell to Key Biscayne in the coupe
And my AP so frosty, it should’ve came on a cone
Bitch, my name on the throne
Hope they remember Baron name when he gone

⸻

Chorus
Bitch, I ball on the court, to the mall in a sport
We done made it to the crib, bitch, it’s five in the mornin’
Now we off to the port, flyin’ private of course
I be mixin’ all these drugs — got me fried, I need more

(x2)

SPORT

The Girly’s Verse: 
Ho said she got a Fruity Pebble wrist, play Fruit Ninja on yo wrist, bitches
That mean off yourself, if you ain’t get it, bitches
You see, I’m unfuckwithable
I’m killin’ these bitches, but no, not literal
Rest of you bitches is pitiful, yah mean?
These bitches is food, like Dr., they Doomed
Yo nigga, he see me? He “Ahh”ing, he “Ooh”
D-Doll face, murder girls, I’m Jennifer Tilly
Oh, you ain’t know, ho? I’m a bully if bitches Amilli
Bitches must got a death wish, fuck a melee doing in a gunfight?
Just was acting like y’all wanted drama
Wait, now y’all bitches got stage fright?
New beat, who this? Like Jenner, bruise it, yes, I abuse it
He pray like Buddhist for pussy juices, go down nuke it
I want the fame, I’ll go insane
Blackin’ so much, they tryna wrap me in chains
Rappers, I’m bodying
Drive even crazier
I’m a deranged little bitch in a Range
Respect the tiara,

Ill holler tomorrow, Heux Hasta La vita, Puta 
Nova Galore’s Verse:
 (Boss)
BBYGIRL, I am your mother, might birth you a brother
(Boss)
And it ain’t no getting out, yo career stuck in the gutter
(Boss)
I walk in the spot, and these bitches start running for cover
(Boss)
I’m still making bitches suffer, I ain’t letting hoes recover
And I got them combs for that Shaun ho, wait ‘til I get hold of yo hair
Step up to the boss bitch, man, none of you bitches would dare
I’m down to compete, but we cannot compare
I’m still queenin’, still ain’t found me no heir
It’s war with these bitches, and Nova declared
It’s too many bitches that Nova done spared
Different type of money
You on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nova
Know that you next to get smoked (Ow!)
I just be laughing to the bank
I’m cracking different kind of jokes
I keep a heel to they throat
Bitch, I’m causing different kind of chokes ya know

Murder Scene (feat. The Girly & NovaGalore)

Gag Order (Cuban Me) - (Single)
Muni Ace
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION Records

Bitch I only purchase name brands, I ain’t fucking with no idiotic label
Dwayne Johnson ain’t seeing me ‘cause I got more rock than periodic table
Surname the way I line bitches, you don’t make the cut like a Barber do
Cloud minded lil faggot niggas ain’t no Barbie Dolls, just a Babadook
Get barbie’cued
Yellow Lamborghini, put the stinger up where yo face be
And I ain’t no preacher but I past her (pastor), son get on your knees and come praise me
I’m the captain, you don’t sell shit, better learn for I Sandy Hook bitches
Quick to knock a nigga lights out and put batteries in yo hood bitches
Beat a hoe, yeah I might will (Mike Will)
But I ain’t studying hoes like a dyke still
Lately feeling like Kanneka Jenkins, I don’t know, I just might chill
Hell yeah the gov name Jordan, I be traveling without a basketball
Femy bitches better tuck it tight for I have to do ‘em gymnastical

Fire (five) 6, 7, bullets at ‘em, fast forward getting my dick ate (eight)
Me impregnating white bitches, now that’s what I call a mix tape
He wanna kiss on my mistletoes, got Muni Ace on his Christmas list
All I ever see is blood and money so my wrist looking like Christmas, bitch
Garage door ‘cause they ran through
Gather niggas, soap, shampoo
Said he tryna lay his wood on me
Only if it’s longer than bamboo
Cutting shit without a coupon
I be calling plays and I ball too ‘cause I’m a coach still
Fuck around have yo ass looking like some damn oatmeal
Power Ranger way we pull up
Hoes be my sons, needa pull up
End up like Charlie, good luck
Ouwee, ouwee
We are not adjacent (Jason)
So you go to sleep and I’ma just be Freddy Krueger
Ouwee, ouwee
Put yo pen on my nightstand and prepare yourself for this ass whoopen
Finna take you down to that shelter
You ain’t a bad bitch, you just mad pussy


This what you get hoe
Gag order, gag order
Go suck a dick hoe
Gag order, gag order
Look at my wrist hoe
Gag order, gag order
Get back a lick hoe
Gag order, gag order
Cuban link
Cuban me
Cuban link
(Buy it)
Cuban me
Cuban link
(Buy it)
Cuban me
Cuban link
(Buy it)
Cuban Me

Gag Order (Cuban Me)

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