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TexasRolling 
Taé Monroe - [single]
℗ 2025 PBN Records / Taé Monroe

TexasRolling ☆

Lyrics below 🛩️👇🏽

Chorus:
Hollup wait hollon
Got the black truck in the back
Wait hollup wait hollon
Got a stack of some cash
Wait hollup wait hollon
Im a different typa tax we will never be inuit witcha dumb fuckin ass
Verse 1:
Put these bitches up on the map and they aint a treasure
Got this fur chanel bag bitches ask to pet her
They acting like its new nah bitch I been better
They worst nightmare you know jasiri jream better

Rings better, my diamonds gleem better
Way I snap on the beat aint never seen better
Im making wishes under stars and I aint outside
Bitches seeking for me now they hiding count to 5

Gassed up
Wait looked another bitch i passed up
Bags tuff
No I really mean that my bags tuft
Thats tuft
Broke ass hoe like go and getcho cash up
Mad bucks
The Ones don’t got it getting mad buck

You can see my long heels through my chinchilla 
My bentley all black but you know my seats vanilla
For every fake bitch siri only getting reala
Live alone dont need no fucken love up in my villa
Somebody pls tell ha
Thats ima sick killa
Her life at steak and Ima be the bitch to really grill ha

Big jet up in a big jet
How I leave em needing stitches and jasiri never seem stressed (seamsstress)

Chorus 2: 
Hollup wait hollon
Got the black truck in the back
Wait hollup wait hollon
Got a stack of some cash
Wait hollup wait hollon
Bitch you wack aint taking back
Making bitches get the goose up on they arm without a quack 

Verse 2:
You see me toppin it im toppin in the charts still
I gave a man a chance and he fucked around and cartwheeled
Im smackdown’in on a bitch and they will not heal (heel)
Face the facts that bitch you just okay you not ill

In my foreign skirting off like i got undressed
Diamonds got me needing gills go ahead and test
Im cleaning up any btich that like to make a mess
And use they bones for the bitches that like playing fletch

All my points is proven
Got money like im ruben
We know they really rootin
Sometype of undoing 

But i aint finished yet
I know they do they best
But it aint never met
What jasiri set

Im pretty little ho you better face
basic
Yes bitch you just basic

Hollup
Wait bitch you better hollup
Stroll up
These my daughters need stroll up

Wait Hollup

Yea Yea (freestyle)

ALL MY OPPS DEAD

Lyrics:

So I took a little break,
but I’m back to me 

Came back and these 
hoes still whack to me

She tryna diss who?
Cause it ain’t to me

It sound like a whole bunch
of self whack to me

I’ma do the shoot for
 the Elle magazine 

Then I go and shoot a 
bitch with the magazine 

Bitches ain’t Pretty Gang
They ain’t bad as me

Go viral & bot it up
You ain’t passing me


I just poured some pink shit 
in my cup and it look like Pepto 

They tryna rap and they suck 
so I’m tryna understand why 
these hoes get pepped though? 

They always stealing from me 
and I keep a receipt

All these rap bitches klepto’s

Soft hoes think it’s sweet Marshmallow,
'til they ass get shot like Jello

Come out your mouth,
I’ma go in your mouth

Sleeping on you while 
I’m in the Dreamhouse

Scary ass bitches be 
copping them pleas

How are you cool with hoes
leaking your house?

You see boo? I got tea boo
While you order them wigs off temu

Come back, bow down 
Let’s redo

I know shit you don’t 
wanna tell the people

I am the epilogue 

I inspire these bitches 
whole catalogue 

All these hoes gotta die
ain’t no dialogue

Bitches making tea pages
and writing blogs (awwww)


Bars late and your flow weak
Bitches yelling loud with a low beat

I get mad bags like I don’t sleep
while they pockets little like Bo Peep

See I’m everything 
I got everything

They steal everything
How embarrassing 

I’m on everything like hot sauce
while these black bitches late
to everything 

Oh she dissing me? 
I don’t know her 

I don’t think her name 
gone ever ring

His last name probably got
a ring to it when I make him 
cop me that heavy ring


They wanna know what 
the Barbie be wearing

Tell 'em it’s straight out the archive

These bitches can’t fuck
with my archive 

So they stealing shit 
out of my archive 

I don’t think that your 
career working out 

Maybe you should 
get a part time 

Keep copying me and 
keep fucking with me 

and I’ma give your
ass a hard time

6ix Times 2Day (Remix)

Y2K (freestyle)
Taé Monroe - [single]
℗ 2025 PBN Records / Taé Monroe

Since it’s pride, and yall gay and stuff

Y2K (freestyle) ☆

ARRIVAL

Prod. @Ox1gen

Lyrics:

Next stop, take me to the Netherlands
Where the party ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in
Ride him like a hoverboard, then I’m heading to the North-pole
Get me ice, get me gifts
Then the next stop, take ‘em to the pet shop
Cop a bad bitch, yop
Told me that he network, I said “Nigga, gimme desktop”
Take me to the Netherlands, where the party never ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in

As soon as I walk in, they gaggin’, they gawkin’
The bitches not paid should never be talking
Bimbo-Dolly shape or ass-shots with no chasers
Like I’m 700, I hit all dem with the laser
Shoe game criminal, wrist & neck is identical 
Finna smoke a fag, I’m ballin’, just like they genitals
They know who the fuck to play with
They know how sticky the paint get
They know I control this shit
Don’t hate the player, hate the game, bitch

Netherlands
Never ends
Cop another
Cheddar in
Ride him like a-
Then I’m heading
Get me ice, get me gifts, then-

Next stop, take me to the Netherlands
Where the party ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in
Ride him like a hoverboard, then I’m heading to the North-pole
Get me ice, get me gifts
Then the next stop, take ‘em to the pet shop
Cop a bad bitch, yop
Told me that he network, I said “Nigga, gimme desktop”
Take me to the Netherlands, where the party never ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in

Next Stop

Prod. iceboy

Lyrics:

Yo, fuck the making up
Bitch, this ain't Maybelline
It's time to throw some shots, issues & magazines
I like my diamonds yellow, think my jewels Phillipine
I could say one line, and make a bitch a meme
Bitch, watch your mouth, 'cause my respect, I'll kill 'bout
They making alter egos off of my appeal now
It's time for plan Columbine, I'm sick of teaching lessons
They know my wrist is a fucking bioluminescent
The fuck I look like spearing bitches when they name ain't Britney?
I made him get down on his Chinese & come eat the Kitty
Don't think it's sweet just because I sing a bit, bitches
Yo name Lebron, so, I hit you with the heat, nigga
The only bitch to come and switch it like it's magic
These hoes runs' ain't gone be for long, 'cause they asthmatic
I'm overseas if you wonder where I be's, honey
Walk in the club, & I'm throwin' up my rap money
And all ya music got me Jade(d), got me bored, bitch
This shit ain't working, try Hidden Valley endorsements
They flock together, washin' bitches in they bird bath
That choppa sing a lullaby, bitch, take your dirt-nap

Okay, okay, okay
Tell a bum bitch "Stay the fuck out my way"
Turn to a beast when I'm puttin' the paws on these bitches and shit, since they wanna get played
My foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
Like 'Teen Beach', these bitches Cruisin' for a Bruisin'
They try to fit my style, they get Breonna tailored
Oh, don't worry, I'm the rap game's savior
Wrist game in another galaxy
Back shots on the top of the balcony
Like a whore they suck, so actually, fuck all these hoes, pornography
Man, I be with niggas that shoot cribs with the mamas in 'em
You know the choppa go "Brrrak!", like Obama did it
Sat on my throne? Oh, I know you bitches didn't
You hoes ain't kunt, man, y'all pussy, I see hella kittens
Bitch, are you dumb? A barren bitch ain't conceiving no kids
My bitches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
Now every bitch tryna be Girly, Princess, pink, & trans
They think they icy 'til I knock the drink up out they hand
You bitches rats, & it calls for an inspection
I shut 'em down, hoes won't be Back 2 Business again

The only bitch that's really 'round here makin' revenue
The only bitch these bitches put up on a pedestal
I showed these rapper bitches how to be an animal
I showed these bitches how to get they greens & vegetables
How the fuck dare you bitches bite the hand that fed y'all?
But it's okay, 'cause I'm the 'End all, be all'
I'm crackin' up, that bitch think she got my tiara, ho
But keep it real, these bitches ain't even got tiara flow
I really mean it when I say "I am the best at this"
Bitch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
What hip-hop bitch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
I line 'em up, & I box her bitches like draws is plaid
See, y'all can't fuck with me
Don't get bread, why they duckin' me?
#GIRLYBADDESTBITCHINEVERYCOUNTRY, yuh

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