FTM - Single

Bratty Bitchez - FTN

PROD. SAURON

[CHORUS]
GIMME DEM BANDS, GIMME DEM PESOS
HE DO WHAT I COMMAND, HE DO WHAT I SAY SO
***** TAKE ME SHOPPING, ***** HAVE ME POPPING
***** IF YOU LIKE ME, THEN YOU BETTER COP IT
GIMME DEM BANDS, GIMME DEM PESOS
HE DO WHAT I COMMAND, HE DO WHAT I SAY SO
***** TAKE ME SHOPPING, ***** HAVE ME POPPING
***** IF YOU LIKE ME, THEN YOU BETTER COP IT

[VERSE 1: KEON]
MY MONEY ON BLUE, GET A CLUE, FOUND A PAW PRINT
BROKE BITCHES NEED TO WIPE IT UP, JUST STOP IT
REAL COLD BITCH, BUT MY NAME AIN’T TINA
I ROCK THAT ***** BOAT LIKE MY NAME IS AALIYAH
SKINNY BODY, GINGER HAIR, BITCH, I’M ON ZOE
TO THIS DAY I KNOW BITCHES HATIN’, AND THEY DON’T KNOW ME
YOU ****** IRRITATE ME SO I’M SINGLE, CUS Y’ALL BLOW ME
AND THAT ***** SAY HE LOVE ME BUT I’M JUST LIKE, SHOW ME..?

[VERSE 2: GRANT]
I SAID ‘GIMME DEM BANDS BEFORE YOU HOLD MY HAND’
BASKIN’ IN THE SUN, A BITCH ABOUT TO CATCH A TAN
IT’S A WRAP FOR YOU BITCHES LIKE SARAN
SHE’S TALKIN’ ‘BOUT ME IN HER SONG,
I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD SO MANY FANS
I HAVE SO MANY FANS, THESE BITCHES LOVE ME
NO, I DON’T WANT HIS DIRTY DICK, I WANT HIS MONEY
CHASE THE BAG LIKE A BEE SEARCHING FOR THE HONEY
GIMME DEM CREDIT CARD DIGITS, I’M NOT BEIN’ FUNNY
ME AND MY GIRLS, YEAH, MY GIRLS AND I
WE STOPPIN’ AT EVERY DESIGNER STORE, WHAT WE LIKE, WE BUY
GUCCI, LOUIS, FENDI, PRADA, DIOR, CHANEL, PLAYIN’ I SPY
I TELL HIM WHAT I WANT AND HE GON’ COMPLY
(HE FUCKIN’ BETTER)
IF HE WANNA HIT, HE GON’ HAVE TO BUY ME SHIT
I’M SO HOT, GOTTA WEAR MITTS, HE STARIN’ AT MY D-CUP TITS
FLY ME OUT ON TRIPS, THOUSAND-DOLLAR GIFTS
WHEN HE GET THIS PUSSY, HE AIN’T EVER GONNA WANNA QUIT!

[OUTRO]
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH YEAH YEAH
SAURON ON THE BEAT
G-R-A-N-T

BANDS RMX

Shortcake/Mayday Freestyle

doll crossover (Ft Zai’lyn Love)

MUSÈ & BARBIE - GIUSEPPE BARBIE

Lyrics are available down below.

Yah, yo bitch just slurp me up. 
This drank all in my cup. 
Like jermih don’t hurt me, nah
Wassup? These niggas think they tuff, 
imma pull up with my gun..

Ran down on that nigga twice
He saw me hop out that truck, 
nigga ran for his life. 

I was fucking on his slut, 
yeah I was fucking on his wife. 
I whip out this anaconda that bitch gimme head like lice. 

Ion really fuck with bitches, 
but this shit feel kinda nice.
She ask me if imma come back, I look down at her; “I might” (yuh)

Knock a nigga out Mike ty-
Ion want your bitch, that’s not my type, yuh

Yah, yo bitch just slurp me up. 
This drank all in my cup. 
Like jermih don’t hurt me, nah
Wassup? These niggas think they tuff, 
imma pull up with my gun and that’s on the set no sun!

They think they tough. 
I keep that blicki tucked. 

That *brrt brrt* blicki tucked. 
These niggas know wassup!
(You niggas know wassup!)

Damn it is so many niggas I am better than. 
I hop on anybody shit just like a veteran. 
If yo bitch wanna suck my dick I just might let her then.

This drank all in my cup. 
Like jermih don’t hurt me, nah

You with all your friends (all your friends),
I mean huh, run me all yo bands (all yo bands)

Crazy how you pick me up,
then we swerve in ya benz (swerve in ya benz)

hangin wit your dudes 
yea my bitches, all of em tens (all of em tens)

So wassup,
Yeah i tell that nigga wassup

So wassup,
Yeah that nigga he pulling up

So wassup,
Pull up show me love 

Run me all them dollas
drip me down in that Gabana,
Go head take me on a trip 
take me out into havana

I stay hot up on the beat 
like i’m chillin in a sauna 

bitch i’m running everything
like they calling me Obama.

Huh, and they gon run this shit back
cause this that Femy & Mari with Ien on the track.

We just keeping it real,
We just keeping it stack

You bitches really suck,
You bitches be hella wack

So wassup,
Yeah i tell that nigga wassup

So wassup,
Yeah that nigga he pulling up

So wassup,
Pull up show me love 

You bitches never do it
I fucked up and then I blew it

Get checks just like it’s Nike,
I wake up and just do it

You bitches never do it
I fucked up and then I blew it

Get checks just like it’s Nike,
I wake up and just do it.. the influence.

Yah, yo bitch just slurp me up. 
This drank all in my cup. 
Like jermih don’t hurt me, nah
Wassup? These niggas think they tuff, 
imma pull up with my gun and that’s on the set no sun!

Wassup

ᴾᴿᴼᴰ. ˢˡᵒʷᶜʰᵉˢᵗʳᵃ
 
Let me know you wanna,
Imma show you how to,
Let me know you wanna, 
Imma show you how to, hit that spot
X2

Hook:
Let me know you want it bald like cancer/
Let me know you wanna smash, Bruce banner/
Let me know the pole’s mine, Imma dancer/
Anywhere, anytime, no pants, sir/
Which fuck boy is which? I do not know/
He try to tell me all the time that he’s not a hoe/
Well baby maybe that’s you but I am though/
You wanna be the only one? You gotta let me now/

Verse 1:

Tough shit baby, I ain’t tryna be rude/
You nothing but his cover up and I see through/
I bet that makes your blood boil like it’s seafood/
Paying for the inches, so, Awh! I made him weave you/

Now before I get intimate/
I’m tryna show you how a bitch spit so intricate/
I’m straight straddling the beat and ride it like a dick/
Meanwhile y’all rapping like a man finding the clit/

Basically what I mean is this shit is impossible/
My green on go, tell them bitches to stop it though/
I’m creaming on his face and rub it in like a topical/
And even though they pussy, ain’t shit in they pockets hoe/

Who told you what? When? That little birdy/
Any man that I’m with regrets doing me dirty/
I’ll be damned if I see you with a chick getting flirty/
I’ll be dancing on your grave, hashtag getting sturdy/

Hook:
Let me know you want it bald like cancer/
Let me know you wanna smash, Bruce banner/
Let me know the pole’s mine, Imma dancer/
Anywhere, anytime, no pants, sir/
Which fuck boy is which? I do not know/
He try to tell me all the time that he’s not a hoe/
Well baby maybe that’s you but I am though/
You wanna be the only one? You gotta let me now/

Verse 2:

You gotta let me know, gotta put that on my mind/
Cause I ain’t used to having only one man on my side/
Cause I ain’t used to them reposting me and saying “it’s mine”/
But if he step his money up, he’ll be getting this dime/

You was talking big game till we made it to the playoffs/
Gotta break you off like a kids box of crayons/

Gotta shake it off like that skinny bitch Taylor/
Suit and tie, his dick fit in like it’s tailored/

You said you’d never lie to me, that’s right before you lied to me/
Yeah his dick fit in like a white girl in society/
Looking like a baby kicking when his dick inside of me/
He covered me in white showers, looking like a bride to be/

But I’m not your bride, mother fucker could never/
Couldn’t come out of the closet, he down lower than cellars/
Need to make me more deposits, spend money like propellers/
Then you can bust open the cookie looking like fortune tellers/

Hook:
Let me know you want it bald like cancer/
Let me know you wanna smash, Bruce banner/
Let me know the pole’s mine, Imma dancer/
Anywhere, anytime, no pants, sir/
Which fuck boy is which? I do not know/
He try to tell me all the time that he’s not a hoe/
Well baby maybe that’s you but I am though/
You wanna be the only one? You gotta let me now/

Bratty Bitchez - FTN

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