PRESIDENT

Lyrics: 

nun of these bitches can see me i’m john cena 
cop my fans a ticket now im selling out arenas 
tell em ice my tennis ian talkin bout serena 
and my pussy way to wet i got em thinkin im latina 

man i find it way to easy to make these bitches throw tantrums 
and i’m having too much money to beefin wit a random 
how tf is that cho nigga when he be sayin im handsome 
i let these bitches have my beat cause i done already ran em 

uh balenciaga crocs to show these bitches they not fuckin wit me 
sleep next to the bank cause i know the money gon cuddle wit me 
diggin her own grave i always gotta keep a shovel wit me 
they got a lot to say but is bitches really gon scuffle wit me 

yall be so federal it’s like im running from the law 
ain’t speaking money then he lucky if i come at all 
i got choppa for these bitches if they moving flaw 
giving bitches orders yes i make em follow protocol t

these bitches only get attractive when they pull they pants off 
say my body so smooth he can’t keep his hands off 
fyi you can’t get rid of me so call the plan off 
you bitches can’t get next to me there will never be a standoff 

la la la la la la la i can’t hear you 
juku they so pressed cause these bitches they can’t get near you 
they see how you be rappin that’s why bitches gotta fear you 
it’s tyra gassing bitches i’m the one who’s gonna steer you 

my intuition be tellin me show my ass like it’s hump day 
bitches checkin for me so ima give em a update 
i don’t click wit bitches i’m never the type to pump fake 
if you go fagainst me the shit gon go one way 

shoes wit the red bottom i got me a bloody walk 
these bitches pussy they gon stand behind and let they buddy talk  
they tryna be me got these bitches grouping up in study halls 
ain’t gotta clear up who i’m talking to bitch it’s all of yall 

i’m starting to get a little bored of all of dis winnin 
and ima put that shit on i’m 2 fly like a pigeon 
and ima boss cause if i have a want then ima get it 
and tell these niggas to stop acting like and dressing like women

JOHN CENA

Not A Drill (Freestyle) Official Lyrics 


(Chorus)
just left outta Ruth’s Cris he take you to factory i cant see my comp cause all these bitches inna back of me 

these bitches ain’t gone do shit and that’s why they cap to me i’m the head bitch head Bratz Doll actually 


my body so hottie-ottie like Megan i swear i’m cocky i’m Shannon to these bitches and these bitches is barely Rocky
im showing up late to parties i pull up in masserati these bitches is OBSESSED man im Cat and they Robbie prolly


like come here boy let me meet you in the back room i tie up my weave and suck it like vacuums i’m blessing bitches they ain’t even saying ‘AACCHOO’ 


they say you got beef with me, is that true? like how the fuck I swerve into your lane and then i pass you yeah these bitches nutty they crazy nutty like cashews 


ciaga on the feet bitch gucci on the frames just killed another bitch career it’s a perfect day


you know i get i spend it them hunnids im flippin these bitches my grands cause they mother my children i hop onna dick and he cum in some minutes hit saks get bottega and versace denim 



like aw say im the best so far being this pretty should go ‘gainst the law bitches is bitter got my titties bigger they sit perky dont need a bra aw 



running through these niggaa for they checks bitch thats first off! she tried to be petty and remove my name off ‘First Off’ 


BROKE BITCH couldnt afford next pro to take my verse off non rapping hoe they turn it off when my verse stop


like uhh singing on tracks like samad do bitch im bad still gone do it if you tell me not to
 

bitch u movin funny ima knot u up like bantu like everything i do man these bitches gone do like biting off my style just some shit they prone to 


like cant name some shit i DID they dont DO like 
Louie, Gucci, Prada i need vetements too like if his friend richer maybe he could bone to like 


(Chorus) x2
just left outta Ruth’s Cris he take you to factory i cant see my comp cause all these bitches inna back of me 

these bitches ain’t gone do shit and that’s why they cap to me i’m the head bitch head Bratz Doll™ actually

Not A Drill (Freestyle)

IV (FEAT. UNA & MATTEL)

BADASU / INTHEBAK

lyrics up later. haven’t did a remix in 4evrrrrr, hope the girls enjoy the new flows and me showing bitches what they can’t do lmfao. s/o to D$ 💖

MONEYMADELLC (JUKU’S VERSION)

(Prod. DB!)

Lyrics: 

Barbie back releasing 
Tell them bitches
“Pick they face up”

You already ugly
Don’t be bitter, fix your face up

Keep the pussy laked up
He can’t pick his face up

Not the Soundcloud rap bitch 
that’s gone delete her old tape stuff 

Insecure bitches
I hate old and newer bitches

Ain’t a bitch that really do it
I can name like fewer bitches

Very mindful, very cutesy
I’m with some demure bitches

Go on Oxford Dictionary 
Barbie Doll endure bitches

I ain’t even gag the live
This shit light

Nigga do not ask, 
you know this shit tight

Diamonds on my neck 
gone match the wrist light

Put the flash on, 
they having a fist fight

Made him go down
We don’t do 6-9’s

Talent, Twitter viral
It’s a thin line

'Specially when bitches
stealing them lines

My shit is 10 times
your trash shit, bin time

You bitches stupid, 
I will never have a Coup de grâce

They can be dolls all day, but
I’ma be the the final doll

You see me throw them hundreds up 
and then them hundreds fall

Ayo
Really Big Mama
I buy buildings, I don’t buy the blogs
Brat Summer
You my son
Let’s see how far the apple fall
These bitches hate when 
Lano link up with da Barbie Doll
Calling me Willow
Of the party, I’m the fireball

Burberry Custom Drip
I pull up with Ricardo Tisci
Sporting Givenchy
While you bitches still saying Givenchy
I’m putting hits on bitches heads
Cause you know I got plenty
Not Little Women Atlanta
But your money on mini (Minnie)

Green Piguet
But these hunnids blue
For all my opps 
I cook a mean beef stew 
Lie in the comments
About some shit I didn’t do
So now it’s off with bitches heads
Guillotine or the noose

Look in clos’
I keep a rich bitch shoe
From Gucci Pythons
To the Shark Lock Boot
They wanna be FATHA
Next Line is your clue
You know what Imma say 
Bitch it still couldn’t be you

Career out in Neverland
Beach, go catch a tan
Couldn’t beat Milano
Now she posting dick on Onlyfans
Kiss my ass and kiss my anus
All them disses didn’t land 
I’m still dragging bitches 
If the beef old or not
Give a damn 

It’s a rare occasion for these
bitches if I’m fucking with them 

If you fuck wit him, what makes
you think that I’m fucking wit him? 

Like bitch I keep a man and
ain’t no nigga fucking with him 

When we count money, that’s the 
only time i’m bucking with him

Bitches pulling from me 
like tweezers

Hundred for a doll feature

Now they tryna drop teasers 
Cliquing up with old geezers 

At the bottom, they feeders 
I’m somewhere, you can’t reach her 

Y’all know that I conceived her
Wish she would like a beaver

She can do it all day
But the bitch ain’t me 

Cause me? I’ma pull up 
in that “Bitch I’m me!”

You ain’t never see 
Barbie Doll use a B-O-T

And you can’t name 
anything they ain’t B-I-T

Yo, a bitch blinged out 
I bring them things out

I got them trying to rap now, 
trying to sing now

Don’t you see now? Is you senile?

You all up in the insights 
with the Dreamhouse

Ostrich bag with the Ostirch fur

I will never leave the throne,
bitch it will not be hers

I mean everything I say, 
bitch mark my words

Cause pretty soon won’t 
nobody really listen to her

I mean it’s really just simplicity
Bitch where is your identity 

Like sit back really think
“Is there really some 
fucking skill in me?”

Bitches over there giving me
thinking they fucking killing me

So how the fuck you not feeling 
me when all you do is steal from me?

Pick your face up, bitches 
pick your face up (3x)

Bitches know they suck that’s 
why they bot them plays up

PYFU (feat. Tre Milano)

Countin Money/On Dat Money

All Hail, V.

(Wack songs play)

yea, they mad i spit hard
they mad i fast rap

i got these bitches busting veins up on the dino app

im a ill spitter thats a known fact
matter fact, check the stats

bitch i get a beat and then i fucking black

speaking down up on my music cause its not detroit beats

bitch im back up on yo neck, i hope you hoes enjoyed peace 

when im done i might order some pizza, might enjoy a piece 

beef with me, watch yo play go up and go increase 

(me checking mere)

*FREESTYLES ON YOU HOES CAUSE IM MOTHER HAHAHAHAHH*

(please excuse me)

to be honest i just did this for the kii's and giggles 

and to show em real rap and how to make em titties jiggle

i can do both not many can say

she claiming playaa but this a game not many can play

All Hail, V.

PTSO !

Lyrics:

[Chorus]
Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'
D-D-Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'

Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'
D-D-Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'

[Verse 1]
Double CC my lamb skin
Channel Bugs Bunny, all these carats in my bracelet 
I'm the fuckin' artist, and these bitches tryna trace it 
We can't conversate unless you talkin' 'bout a payment
And ever since I came in, hoes couldn't take me
Is it because all they fuckin' niggas wanna taste me?
Dior just in, no, but Diddy didn't raise me 
Cop another mink, I bust it open, have your baby 
Nah, i'm just playin'
Ayo, I thought I warned you, to be a star, was born to
I pull off in a ghost & tell a bitch "Don't let it haunt you"
(Don't let it haunt you)
Ayo

[Chorus]
Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'
D-D-Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'

[Verse 2]
I put it on his chin then get chinchillas
Go bananas, get gorillas
“Girly what’s your next move?”
Tell these bitches “Mind they business”
Tell ‘em brace they self, get a buck
Pretty Gang, that be us
Pull up in that pink thing with pillow seats in the truck
I cannot fuck with no lame, I need a gangsta
Nigga that’s gone bust ‘bout a bitch, send a nigga to his maker
(To his maker, send him to his maker
maker, send him to his maker)
I gotta ask how it feel when y’all eatin’ off my scraps?
Y’all can’t scrap, & these bitches cannot fuck with my scraps

[Chorus]
Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'
D-D-Different color fur, wrist always on "brr" 
Pull up in the front, swervin' on the curb 
Different color fur, money in the purse 
Bad bitches rollin' in a C-Class Merce'

Color Fur

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Countin Money/On Dat Money

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