PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK! (Lyrics) 🎀

HOOK (PBBP) 


(Verse 1)

pretty bitches bang pink
pink walls and pink cars

got bitches throwing shots, 
but they missing, it’s a free throw!

got porches in the lot, 
drop top, with my feet up! 

got barbies out the box, 
pink pumps, & glitter lipgloss

dangerous..

pretty bitch, 
that’s dangerous

cant fuck with no lame, no i 
cant fuck with no lame bitch

pink cars go zoom, 
fast and the furious

got these thotties mad, 
oh these bitches fast & furious

get it?

HOOK (PBBP)


(Verse 2)

fuck that weak diss, i drill shit. 
that pink shit gone kill shit. 

that shaquille o’neal shit, 
ball on a bitch like cannon. 

my bitches dipped in margielas, 
got these niggas in they feelings

got these bitches in they feelings, 
tell these hoes get out they feelings!

stay the night? shit, i might!
catching flights in the morning.

pink jets, pink seats, 
that bum bitch can’t afford it.

big boobs, pink bras, 
yes, my hair pink too!

he like:  “do you think the 
world revolves around you?” 

I GUESS I DO!

i’m the main topic, im poppin’ 
claim she fish, bitch you flopping

these bitches tryna be remi, 
but bank account steady falling

beat her ass like i’m kamikaze, no paparazzi, 
everything that this bitch do, these hoes gone copy!

HOOK (PBBP)

PRETTY B*TCHES BANG PINK!

Get Real (Remix)

FANTA (Lyrics) 🎀

[Prod. Wavyb0i]

(Chorus)

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

Verse (1)

high fashion yeezy, 
my car dash in. 

told her: 

“cut the drama genre” 
she ain’t ‘bout that action.

catch up bitch, you laggin! 
wigs and chains, i’m snatching! 

money; throw it up,
& i got all these bitches gaggin’

baddest bitch in the photo, 
but i’ll do a bitch so dirty

(uh huh)

illest bitch on the cloud app
i got the crown, these hoes ain’t worthy!

and yes, i’m cocky
wrist is hockey

shake it up, 
bitch like i’m rocky. 

oh she verse? 
that bitch can’t top me! 

octagon, 
these hoes can’t stop me.

pooch to the club 
& im fuckin’ it up, 

& you gotta be dumb if you 
think that i give me a fuck

like what..

the fuck is you sayin?
blacking out like tans

dirty dan, dirty dan
star bitch in the land

money in hand!

spend it all, 
get it back again

i’m on all fours, 
beat my back again.

(like what..)

(Chorus)

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

bitch get 
popped.. 
like fanta

my jeans, 
they denim

my hair stay blonde, 
like han’ montana. 

when lo’s get dropped, 
my uzi rock they come 
& go, like loot the store

Verse (2)

man, i ball on a 
bitch like jordan

think her flow is better, 
what the FUCK is she snorting? 

my diamonds get wetter, 
seeing numbers like gordon

we don’t want you here, 
bitch go back to whoring!

FANTA

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

And when I come out, like henry, they in danger
Not a lot of real bitches, hmph, we endangered 
Body like a pornstar, catch me in that foreign car
Bitches don’t understand the lick-talk, foreign bar
I got her mad ‘cause i’m the better rap bitch
Only handout you can get is a slap bitch
313, where i’m from, I grew with savages
The dick big, ouu he fill me like them mattresses
My pockets stay on lean, codeine
You like a bitch who smoke vapes, no green
Don’t got no bars, got no sales/cells, virus
I’m on that track? Then I ran some, Isis
I’m in the ‘Raq with them Hellcats & Track-hawks
Ain’t never laying with a broke nigga, hats off
(No cap)
Call you cotton girl, bitch, you that soft
Office too pink, #FEMBOSS
Don’t got a gun, so a bitch’ll get maced quick
Don’t get confused, I still’ll run a fade, bitch
But i’m too pretty, high sadity
Ice cold pendant on my titty
Only rap beef is when my nigga condom on
Other than that, i’m gettin’ my Marc Jacobs on
And then I get the oxtail with the white rice
It’s like a 5 star uber, bitch, my ride nice
Box good, skin clear like water
Can’t name one bitch in the hood I ain’t daughter
Noble, ran that
Ty like “stand back”
Bitch, you jump in, he gone can that
Little bitch, mouth wreckless, catch it
You got a problem? Like ranch, bitch, ‘dress it
Hated by many, but i’m touched by none, ho
I’m with a couple baddies, Zues, like the Nunn hoe
I spit ill, get the motherfucking Mucinex
My house party, that’s where bad bitch music at
On the way ho, need my pesos
Bitches copy, call ‘em paste hoes

[Verse 2]

They want the Girly flow like trannies want menstruals 
They pick me more than niggas with afros
My body banging, Girly ain’t into gangs though
I ain’t Crip, but keep a blue-strip bankroll
These bitches don’t got it, I gotta be honest, i mean
I’m making deposits, her wallet is silent, I get it
My bars complex, stay in your complex
Wise words from Soundcloud’s best
My out of town nigga said he love my rap voice
You ain’t a girl ‘cause you got titties, you a fat boy
I been all that & some, check the stats, boy
Blunt tucked behind
his ear got the cat moist

#SPITLIKEGIRLY

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech
Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech
That Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, that Nike tech
Run down
Run down in his Nike tech
Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, his Nike tech 
Run down
Run down in that Nike tech

[Verse]

Silk dark skin, so I call him my lil chocolate drop
Got him tryna roll on the girl, the way my body rock
& he so fly, pixie dust on his body
Asked me if he gotta worry ‘bout them niggas on my body
I’m like “no!”
When I first seen you, knew you was my man
Take me to Neverland, Tinker-Bell, Peter Pan
You need a feature daddy? Bring me my Peter pen
Oh, i’m that bitch right now, & back then

[Chorus]

Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech

Dark-skin, free forms
All white, Air-Force
Run down in his Nike tech
Run down in his Nike tech
That Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, that Nike tech
Run down
Run down in his Nike tech
Nike tech, run down in his Nike tech 
That Nike tech, his Nike tech 
Run down
Run down in that Nike tech

Nike Tech

[Prod. PRODBYRC2X + DB!]

PISSED OFF? (Lyrics) 🎀

(Chorus)

i got you pissed off,
i put that shit on

why don’t you act like my 
waist and bitch, get gone

bitch i don’t fuck with you, 
that’s word to big sean..

i put these hoes 
on broadway, they 
love to perform..

(Verse 1)

i’ll burn every bitch 
in that “dreamhouse”

& like a wet rag, my 
niggas let it ring out

i’ll slap every bitch 
in them comments

bad bitch, wrist & 
ears got diamonds

i guess she mad ‘cause she 
can’t get in the house party

boy you a faggot, you’ll 
never be a black barbie

i told you hoes that i’m 
not the bitch to fuck with

virgin mary, ‘cause a 
bitch can’t be fucked with

like she don’t give it up 
for real, she a fake hoe

i take the s out of slow,
‘cause your funds low

you ain’t the truth hoe, 
you spit a lot of cap shit

they hear my shit, i give
 bad bitches captions..

(Chorus)

i got you pissed off,
i put that shit on

why don’t you act like my 
waist and bitch, get gone

bitch i don’t fuck with you, 
that’s word to big sean..

i put these hoes 
on broadway, they 
love to perform..

(Bridge)

i got you pissed off,
i put that shit on

why don’t you act like my 
waist and bitch, get gone

look at this new shoe, 
lanvin sneaks on

the 4-door too, 
seats be peacan

(Verse 2)

now all a sudden bitches 
want to be the princess

like how you barbie when 
your bed is a twin set?

i’m the only princess tryna 
find where my prince is

they jumping stupid, shoot
 a fag where his dick is

like baron, let’s be real.. 
i’m your parent

i bully all these black 
bitches, i’m a karen

all these tracks i’m tearing
bitch i ball, kevin durant

and i’ll kick 
that hoe, punt

all these bitches counterfeit, 
they on they cashier

ain’t been the same since
 i came up in it last year

what don’t you get bitch? 
you’ll never be better than

you on them panels while 
i’m chasing a bag & degree

bitch how you mother? 
nobody on here respect you

i’m a ill bitch, so they 
steady saying bless you

and my niggas in them nike 
techs, they carry teks too

you ain’t got bars, so 
bitch i’ll never text you

(outro)

bitch i keep the drake, 
if bitches wanna be keke

cackle in them comments, 
i beat bitches, c-breezy

PISSED OFF?

Prod. Cozy - STREAM ON SPOTIFY https://open.spotify.com/album/6QgbVi1Aul9E6ObyfyHvwk?si=wgkU9tmWSUiegkol8o6hsw

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Please don’t call me twin, I don’t look like you
Bad bitch, down to the cuticle
Hop up on these beats & bitch, I bully
Kim Possible, it ain’t shit a bitch couldn’t do
Man, she couldn’t have the crown if this bitch was a dentist
Comes down to it, bitch, i’m the only Princess
Yeah, you picked the wrong bitch, like you ignored the red flags
You a loser, bitch
I know it hurts bad
You the type to run to twitter, start subbin’ a bitch
I’m the type to grab the Mac, pull the sub on a bitch 
And only time i’m a duff is when i’m duffin’ a bitch
And if it’s facts when I spit, is it really a diss?
Bitch, you got the face of a ogre
Body of a boulder
Say what the fuck I want, ain’t a bitch bolder
Like, how the fuck you shitty & you think you gonna do shit?
If i’m with Lee, then we screaming “Hadouken!”, bitch

[Verse 2]

Gave you bitches ample time, ya time’s up
Man, I black; BLM
Them signs up
And nah, my niggas not no pedophiles
But, they stay with the 9
She said she not a Girly fan, but them bitches be lying
My racks too big, oou
You ran through
I get green, bamboo
Get washed like shampoo
We can do this all day, everyday, one take
Choose wisely, bitch, and don’t make no mistakes
They say my price ridiculous
I don’t like you bitches
If I don’t get my way, then i’ma throw some hiss fits
But, I won’t throw hiss fits, ‘cause I get my way
And you on the bench
Bitch, you gets no play
Ya dig?

ONE TAKE

[Prod. Xani]

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 1]

Yo, when they see me, they salute the princessa
X in the box, ‘cause can’t no bitch check her
Oh, you want my time?
Where yo check, huh?
Told that nigga give me them racks, put it in my Denim Telfar

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 2]

Intrinsically, i’m badder than hoes
I’m rap goals, ya nigga know
Pussy taste like cinnamon roll
Don’t gotta depend on rap friends, or whack trends
Icount my m’s up in this Benz, & stand on biz

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)
Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)

DENIM TELFAR

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Fuck made you think you was in my chair?
Fuck told this bitch that she was my heir?
Came through, dripped in JP Gaultier
Tell a bitch"Bow down", 'cause the goat's here
You bitches never had the skill, I'm talkin' to you
Can't name one rap bitch seein' me in the booth
Fuck made a bitch think she would loosen my crown like a tooth?
And you can call the curator, he know how I zoo

[Bridge]

I'm tryna find who to call when it's midnight
On the lonely highway with these dim lights
Through this night
Get through this night
Get through this night
Get through this night
Gotta keep my guard up
'Cause it's my heart & peace they tryna slaughter
Through this night
Get through this night
Get through this night
Get through this night

[Verse 2]

Nigga looked me in my eye & said"Ain't no bitch as bad as you"
Eatin' rappers, washing ton
Sorta like Seattle do
If you put me on yo track, arithmetic, I carry two
I 'Shake It Up', then chuck my Deuce
It's still treason, fuck a truce
Bitch, if it's war, then it's war
Bitches suck, like a whore
All these niggas takin' shots and tryna chase
Never score
Yo, became a porn star because you weren't a born star
Now, sit that ass down
Bitch, you pressed like corn starch
How fucking dare you peasants try to go against me?
You know I got the game on lock, penitentiary
Oh, you fuckin' klepto
You think I don't know?
Let's see if bitches still amuse when this gun blow
I came in, now pink is the new black
Cop me a new beat, I black like a new tatt
These hoes don't stay silent? I pull out that silenced
Then put clips all in that bitch head like a stylist
You know i'm quick to tag a ho like where the cost at
She think she blacked? Then I lynch, like where Ross at
I got him hooked, big 'ol titties in my corset
He comin' over
Nigga tryna lay where a boss at
You bitches lost it
Like I'm always outside, I don't endorse it
And if you sleepin' on the girl, never wake up, Cameron Boyce it
And like the stone on my ear, you out yo mind, bitch
And you'll never get rid of me, sick bitch
Like your HIV itch
Is this the thanks that I get for letting you bitches breathe?
Pen on fire, but my bars be colder than long-sleeve
Bitch, I get played on stations
Ball like 2K, while yo nigga play it on station

Thru This Night

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)

(Ice Spice)

Big knock, like I'm not a fighter (Grrah)
Big Ice, I don't need a writer (Like)
Her man callin' me baby (Grrah)
I'm Miss Poopie like I need a diaper

(The Girly)

Oh, what’s up, bitch? It’s Ginger and Pink
Cop the cuban if you wanna link
Like, bitch, all of your bars be weak
Who mother of cloud? They looking to ME
I’m better & badder than all you bitches
Wanna play a game? I SAW you bitches
I been that bitch, i’ll always ball
Just go and check my throwback pictures/pitches
Like bitch, hoe, i’m one of one
Scratch that, hoe, i’m one of none
The higher the heel, the closer to God
Just ask my Louboutin
(Muah)

[Chorus]

Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)

(The Girly & Ice Spice)

Only ever been dragged when a bitch talkin’ shit, so, I won’t do no fighting have my nigga bang that pistol

Like bitches be losin' the plot (Damn)
And that's how I got to the top (Grrah)
And, no, I don't got any opps

Won’t beef with a bitch I taught

Like, let’s talk drill

My niggas’ll drill, & for the princess’ll kill

Who prettier too? (Like)
Two-fifty to get in the booth (Damn)
Like let's be real (Grrah)

Not me, then who?

Who littier too? (Grrah)
That's why I could take your boo (Damn)

[Chorus]

Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)

Gimme A Light (Remix)

Lyrics:

[Intro]

I ain’t have no parachute when I feel for ya
Which bitch want smoke? 
I’ll inhale for ya

[Verse 1]

Muva back, & i’m back to the basics
These other bitches, send ‘em back to the basement
Rainbow Van Cleef, on my gay shit
The fuck made you think you was placing?
I took some time off to let these bitches eat it, beat it
I came back and a bitch still undefeated
And if they hate me now, finna give ‘em a reason
Don’t fear a bitch, Norman, ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Reedus

[Chorus]

Turnin’ heads when I walk in the room
Might leave with about one or two
Boy, it’s hot in here, let’s get out of here and go away
Ain’t have no parachute when I fell for you
I just wanna escape, baby, let’s get away
Pack a bag, we can’t stay
Nigga, don’t hesitate

[Verse 2]

A lyric breakdown from me would be a bitch autopsy
Truck pinked out, but I black like coffee
Don’t want these niggers here
Man, they burnt they Ruby Bridges
I got diamonds on my tennis
And it’s Gucci on my lenses
Which bitch Girly killin’?
Man, that shit be various
I walk in, these bitches shut it up, librarian
I run this shit, bitch
Point, blank, period
Kirk Franklin offspring, bitch, i’m carryin’
And if i’m lonely, I bet i’m where the top be
Yo kitty for the neighborhood, Daniel, my bracelet Swarovski
Man, you gotta go if yo money Monopoly
But if you got a bag gimme brain, zombie
Finna put you bitches on game again
Then i’m icin’ out my ‘Princess’ chain again
I’m on top of the food chain
The Girly be the name
They be in love with a rap bitch, mukbang

[Chorus]

Turnin’ heads when I walk in the room
Might leave with about one or two
Boy, it’s hot in here, let’s get out of here and go away
Ain’t have no parachute when I fell for you
I just wanna escape, baby, let’s get away
Pack a bag, we can’t stay
Nigga, don’t hesitate

Prod. DB!

Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas?
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 1: The Girly]

I came in, 16, spittin’ ill to you
I’m 18, still ill, never healed for you
I let ‘em hang, that’s Emmett Till (A Mattel) for you
Not Armstrong, why the fuck would I kneel (Neil) for you?
I’m back to slaughterin’ bitches that ain’t on my pivot
My finger a glacier, my Telfar on denim
I’m covered in carnage, & bitch, I spit venom
Can these bitches do what I do? I’m like “No way!”
Fresher than that Colgate
If you think you Princess, little bitch, you sniffing Snow White, oh, wait!
Oh, wait, hold the fuck up
Bitches got life fucked up
Bitches always fumblin’ the ball, pick your nuts up
They call me “Ruth”, and bitch, I’ll handle her
These bitches is amateurs 
Itchin’ for response, so this song what I granted her
Man, these bitches ain’t talkin’ to me
Fuckin’ on you, then he fuckin’ a beast
Fuckin’ with me, then he fuck with a G
Only a beast when i’m rippin’ these beats
Most decorated bitch
Rock every wig that I rap & been in every whip (Facts)
So tell these hoes to bow it down

[Bridge: The Girly]

Ayo

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Slaughter these bitches, then i’ma skin ‘em like where nudes be

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

Did it for press and bitch, now your face where the news be

(Blasphemy upon we…)

Bitch, you want the speed? 
I’ll crash shit, Mr. Mosbey

(Now the town will 
watch her bleed) 

All this ICE I got on me, got Latinas in a frenzy

[Verse 2: Lee Veneta]

(SILLY WHORE)

watch her face drop (drop)
when this shit drop (drop)

couldnt do the rap shit, i took over the rap shit
now bitches tryna do pop (what?)

bitch couldnt chew, couldn't even nom onnit
bitch couldnt rap, couldn't keep Anam onnit

waist so skinny let me do a line on it
how tf you get a beat and couldn't ride onnit

gotta watch these bitches, bitches fake they so fictitious
bitches rapping bout materials, now girl lets be realistic 

lying in yo raps that shit pitiful 

why so serious? so literal 

piss a bitch off like a urinal

nail this shit down like a cuticle 

all these stones on my neck (brr) 
chinchilla on new (fur)
marry to the money bitch
yea i gotta new sur (sir)

sick bitch mind twisted, you only spit hard when its dick bitch

bitches wanted me to pop, so i pop off like pants on a big bitch

yo girly girly should i carry carry?
shitting on these hoes like im bad with dairy 

everything white ms carrie carrie
i keep fire work, put it in reverse terry

bitch yo shit on dr seuss, bitch you better than um, WHO?!

bitch yo shit falling down, gravity, now let me call up soos

( got a new body bag, all you bitches going sad. all these bitches supa mad while i’m out here popping all these tags....HAHAA OOP)

[Chorus: The Girly]

Cheese, I get cheddar
Maison Margiela
Who the fuck gon’ tell a bitch it get wetter than umbrellas?
Head, gimme hella
These hoes know better
When we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[Verse 3: Pretty Gang]

Yo, Pretty Gang, why these bitches be so undercover?

(Purcosex)
I would hate too, bitch, i’m pretty than a motherfucker

(The Girly)
Yo, like why the fuck they gotta envy? 
Y’all gotta be some dumb hoes..

(Nova Galore)
 To ever think that y’all could end me

[Verse 4: The Girly & Lee Veneta]

Cannot get one up on me, all these hoes look up to me
Soundcloud, who the fuck be Mother? 
Bitch, they screaming “G”

YEA!
What I done, they couldn’t do that
New flash, you bitches ain’t on that 
If I was you, bitch, I would’ve fall back
But I got you looking stupid, with your dumb ass

They cosplaying as white bitches, i’ma kill, I don’t fight bitches
They keep makin’ all these fuckin’ misses, but not wifed bitches
He said “Bum, Bum, Bum” I got funds, funds, funds
Put ‘em on yo fuckin’ head & get you gone, gone, gone
I’m the one

Umbrellas

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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

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

‘Stead of telling me “Hi”, you need to tell them other bitches go & get low
Because my niggas let it bust without a reload
You hoes careers gone be at stake, not the t-bone
Ain’t even on
Rapist, way it’s fuck you hoes without permission
On a drive doin’ 86
That’s the ambition
Tell a bitch “Shut the fuck up!” while TG talkin’
In a C-Class little hoe, while bitches walkin’

[Chorus]

I am me
Paint the city pink in Tokyo
I ain’t fuckin’ with no broke ho
I am me
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it

[Verse 2]

Oh, i’m in the sky fly
& i’ma only bust it open for the right guy
They think i’m Ari how them money bags drop, yo
Bet all these bitches want my GTA cheat code
I keep a pink muzzle, ‘cause I the baddest bitch
My flow been ill, gone need more than medicine
He be like “Baby, why the fuck you so treacherous?”
‘Cause the pussy make up for it, heaven-sent
I’m walkin’ all these bitches out like I lean sip
If he ain’t comin’ with the chips, gotta bean dip
Go get ya boards ‘cause my wrist be a ski trip
Channel the vamp with this Mar-Celine stitch

[Chorus]

I am me
Paint the city pink in Tokyo
I ain’t fuckin’ with no broke ho
I am me
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it
I mean it

[Verse 3]

Tried to gag me, but you gagged yourself & then I slaughtered you & your homegirl, I can’t lie, that bitch my daughter too
Sad I gotta end you ‘cause we know I am what started you
Best rapper bitch alive
Wait
Put on Carter II
Fuck don’t they realize? You bitches can’t fuck with me
And I keep a bar b-b-bar, penitentiary
While i’m overseas getting tan on the beach I got bitches in the booth cha-cha-channelin’ me
You should be worshipping me in a fucking synagogue
Stop all the mimicking & masking it as synonyms
I know a real street bitch named Cinnamon
Gone be a blood-bath for you if I send him in
And take that Pretty Gang hashtag down, I ain’t sign you
Bust a bitch brains, leave her body in the bayou
No matter where you run, little bitch, i’m going to find you
To any bitch with her, oh, you better wanna hide, too
And take that Pretty Gang hashtag down, I ain’t sign you
Bust a bitch brains, leave her body in the bayou
No matter where you run, little bitch, i’m going to find you
To any bitch with her, oh, you better wanna hide, too
And take that Pretty Gang hashtag down, I ain’t sign you
Bust a bitch brains, leave her body in the bayou
No matter where you run, little bitch, i’m going to find you
To any bitch with her, oh, you better wanna hide, too

[Outro]

Let’s go, send a bitch they death note
And I got a lot of bad bitches up in Pet Co
Bars, I need death row
Stack it like a lego
Giuseppe when I paint the city pink up in Tokyo
Let’s go, send a bitch they death note
And I got a lot of bad bitches up in Pet Co
Bars, I need death row
Stack it like a lego
Giuseppe when I paint the city pink up in Tokyo

I Am Me

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Flow is really sick, I spit that poisoned queen’s apple
I’m the Slaughterhouse, & these rappers be my caddle
Yellin’ on them panels got ‘em hoarse, where they saddle?
Take it to the field, now which bitches wanna battle?

[Chorus]

Which bitch wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Bitch wanna
Which bitch wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Bitch wanna
Which whore wanna battle?
Which whore wanna? Whore wanna
Which whore wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Whore wanna

[Verse 2]

Why the fuck do hoes think it’s okay to disrespect?
Then you on they ass & they turn into some diplomats
Rest of them are gimmicks, i’m a poet like where bottles at
I don’t fuck with niggas like i’m racist, where my MAGA hat?
Oh, my accolades? You put a triple on that?
How the fuck is that so? Bitch, when all your shit whack
Ho, gimme my style back
Hold on, let me dial back
Everything these bitches doin’, I already did that, big facts

[Chorus]

Which bitch wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Bitch wanna
Which bitch wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Bitch wanna
Which whore wanna battle?
Which whore wanna? Whore wanna
Which whore wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Whore wanna

[Verse 3]

Lyrically, I body hoes
Sonically, can’t fuck with me
Only competition kissy face up in my vanity
Wordplay crazy, kooky, all above, it’s insanity
You ain’t gotta tell me
Bitch, your flow say you a fan of me
Giuseppe on the heel
Shoe game nuts, these is cash shoes
Diamonds on me yellow like I didn’t use the restroom
Bitch, I set the pace
I ain’t doin’ what the rest do
Go clean my red carpet, & you better use your vacuum 

[Chorus]

Which bitch wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Bitch wanna
Which bitch wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Bitch wanna
Which whore wanna battle?
Which whore wanna? Whore wanna
Which whore wanna battle?
Which bitch wanna? Whore wanna

Which Bitch?

Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly & RICOCNZ]

Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime

Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime

Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime

Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime

[Verse 1: The Girly]

I wanted you & all your love, didn’t need your benefits
But you refused to grow & had Princess considering settling for less
S on my chest, i’m tired of saving you
How do I shake this feeling, baby? I’m still craving you
Do you get a kick from playing my emotions?
Feelings for you deeper than the Ocean
Said I’ll love you forever and ever
In this life, we can’t be together

[Chorus: The Girly & RICOCNZ]

Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime
Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime

[Verse 2: RICOCNZ]

When they was hating, I’m the one that had ya back alone
But now you trippin’ on me, I ain’t talking chaperones
Feelings, flowers, and the fairytales, man, I wanted that
Ain’t into sports, but even still, you got me running back
It’s time to let go
Ain’t no hugs & kisses, miss ya XO’s
‘Member thinking me and you was special
Said I’ll love you forever and ever
In this life, we can’t be together

[Chorus: The Girly & RICOCNZ]

Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime
Maybe we’re together in another lifetime
I’ll just have to catch you in another lifetime
In hindsight, I know you could never be mine
It’s my fault, I wanted you for a lifetime

[Outro: The Girly & RICOCNZ]

What we once had, it was glorious
Break up, then we back, like Victorious
I know we couldn’t make it in this lifetime
I know what it’s like to cut a lifeline
All of this eternal love, wish we could get back to us
All of this eternal love, no babe, we don’t have to rush
All of the eternal love, wish we could get back to us
All of the eternal love, wish we could get back to us

℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

Eternal Love (feat. RICOCNZ)

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