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PRETTY GIRL MUSIC ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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Marktwain

Scamily Members (feat. Glockboyz TeeJaee, OnFully, The Godfather & Bandgang Lonnie Bands)

PG Hotline - [Single]
Zai'lyn Love, The Girly, Purcosex, TheeVibe & NovaGalore
℗ 2025 Rated PG Inc.

Thick bitch, looking like a bowl of oatmeal
Shang Tsung, when they look, call it soul steal
Faux fur, I can tell you how this coat feel
Niggas think that I'm a pimp, but it's so real
Rhinoplasty, after splint, I can't see you, when I squint
Shaking ass, unbothered, with my bitches
He in love with my box, he a valentine
But it ain't full of chocolates, nigga
Give me neck, long ostrich, nigga
Do a test run, let me see yo fly fit, nigga
I'ma throw you in that mosh-pit, nigga
Keep my bumble gum, dat because I'm popping, nigga

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang (4x)

Oh, I'm just a pink bitch, gotta show my cleavage
Outta town, you can catch me at the freak-nik
I pull up whippin' something that you never seen, bitch
The guts on peanut butter, but the outside white, like semen
I want a Misfit, call my sissy, Nova
We kill, and leave no witness, No Jahova
A Pimpcess, so I gon’ and hit up Zai'lyn
And then we rock our blonde hair, out in Thailand
I need some lovin' on my lips, sucking on my tits
I'm with yo nigga, he a Vibe, when he off a zip
They know that Pretty Gang the Icon Issue
They tryna another Purc, where the test tube?
Cookie want this nigga, that nigga, yo nigga
Like the glass full, I ain't fucking with no poor nigga

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang (4x)

And I got a croc on my bag, and it bite back
These hoes studying my style, I don't like that
Rap bitches eyeing me, like P-salm
These bitches panic when I come, tell 'em be calm
Bitch, I'm a killer when it come to this rap shit
Hoe where yo flow? We don't know, you cant rap, bitch
Bitch, I get my bread, want a loaf? Tell her tap-in
Sit it yo nigga, then I send him home packing
Like a booger in yo nose, bitches know better to pick me
Transvestite, cause the bags get switch-y
Not a blow-pop, but yo nigga tryna lick me
Bitch, yo mug nasty, ew, icky
Told him stay up off my phone, dog nigga tryna bone
Bitch, I stay up in some ice, and it cream off the cone
Bitch, I'm bad to bone, if you mad, make a song
But you still won't get my motherfucking crown, or my throne, bitch

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang (4x)

Bitches scanning on my page for the bar-code
While I'm chillin' on a island, tell 'em "Hi, Rhode"
I stay connected to the bars, I ain't gotta load
And in this rap game? Bitch, I'm on easy mode
Just like TG and Purc, I got to detox
Cause bitches talking hot shit, but up in Reebok's
PG in pink furs, we like flamingos
It's me, if amber show you missing, I don't mean rose
Meanwhile, we at a play, I ain't talkin 'bout toys
Its us, Jade, Milani, and we asking, "Where the boys?"
I got some niggas from the Chi, up in the Illinois
So if you want the static, all I hear is white noise
Southern bitches, know this ass straight from Texas
Not a groupie, but, tell him bring his best-est
I'm a felon on the beat, come arrest this
Hit me on his hotline, just to sex this

Call Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang, Pretty Gang (4x)

They said Pretty Gang ain't running shit? Man, they slow as hell
I brought my body, back in school, when we had show-and-tell
They say my pussy like crack, but, I don't even sell
In-love with my bars, pussy ho, I don't want your bail
It's a Pretty Gang party, throw it back, ho
How the fuck you drop two disses, and they both was wack, ho?
Went from the pretty pink range, to the black Cadillac, you up in that Pontiac, looking sad, ho
I understand that I'm the shit, I ain't acting funny
Sipping on sugar-iced tea, might take a pack of honey
Bucket body ass bitch, all ya raps chummy
Whole school know you look a fool, you the class dummy
Give a lot of sex, I mean, what did you expect?
You can't fuck with me, when the last time you got checked?
Out of all the groups, Pretty Gang the best
PG Hotline, call us up, or send a text
I'm sorry
But, the pretty bitches you're trying to reach, aren't available at the moment
Please try again later
Stay pretty

PG Hotline

NovaGalore - She’s the Boss (Freestyle) [2025]

ALL THERE (feat. Barbie)

SEXMONEYDRUGZ

FILE

Spoiled Brat

Jaemí (Jaedyn Bonito) - [Single]
BENZ (MWAH)
 ℗ 2025 Rap Royalty Records
Lyrics*

YO, AH DI REALEST

BIG BODY BENZ HOPPING OUT THE TRUCK (OUT THE TRUCK)
AND ILL PULL UP ON A HOE LIKE I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK (GIVE A FUCK)
AND IF HER NIGGA WANNA FUCK!, BETTER STACK UP ON THEM BUCKs
AND IF A BITCH IS TALKING SHIT SHE BETTER KNOW TO BUCK UP


Yes im back on my real hood shit, all them UGLYBOYNATION boys on they real puss shit
Yoo it never gave that for a real bitch like me 
These bitches bums and unattractive, ass, you can see
These bitches real thirsty asf get em some water boy 
I’ll dash some muni (Money) in yo face and turn yo ass into my water boy
How you feeling it when you still ugly, skinny bitch
I’ll throw some burgers in your face and show you who the real mis petty is bitch
These bitches rapping like sex bots with a mixture of a choir, and when it comes to bots yk that they the biggest buyers 
Yeh these nigga cant not see me in my Raquelle attire
hoe you wish you had a flow that some how i acquired robot 
Bitches say its ken when its really give ryan, the bitch aint so bright no wonder her name bryxn
Yeh the B stand for bimbo bitch,Bimbo RYXN
You aint no leader in no pack but yo ass standy lying
now onto Mr.puff thinking that he really bout shit but before PBN you was ducking fades like a mouse bitch, mhm oh yes! i Mii-kall (miikael)
That you was up in that discord cheesing up yo drawers (lil bitch)
Like i don’t know who guess up yo head (lil bitch)
But its clear they want you to ugly ass dead (lil bitch) 
How you a bird brain but you do not get no bread
HOE FUCKING WID BONITO GON GET A BULLET UPSIDE YO HEAD! 

BIG BODY BENZ HOPPING OUT THE TRUCK (OUT THE TRUCK)
AND ILL PULL UP ON A HOE LIKE I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK (GIVE A FUCK)
AND IF HER NIGGA WANNA FUCK!, BETTER STACK UP ON THEM BUCKs
AND IF A BITCH IS TALKING SHIT SHE BETTER KNOW TO BUCK UP
BIG BODY BENZ HOPPING OUT THE TRUCK (OUT THE TRUCK)
AND ILL PULL UP ON A HOE LIKE I JUST DO NOT GIVE A FUCK (GIVE A FUCK)
AND IF HER NIGGA WANNA FUCK!, BETTER STACK UP ON THEM BUCKs
AND IF A BITCH IS TALKING SHIT SHE BETTER KNOW TO BUCK UP

Yo, lemme tell ya sum little bitch you not above me
Two years rapping and you still not above me?!
Ohhh i got these bitches on quck-quck like duckies
Hoe that was yo best bet ‘cause nation shit might get ugly
And this a warning for any bitch in the reign, Run up on me bitch and imma squeeze you like kapri-son
Lets get it straight lil bitch i aint kapri son ion want no fat bitch ass my momma is yo screws on
Like wtf nb talking bout ur bang bitch, all you hearing in the streets is BOOM BANG! bitch
How you the pig but you piggy backing hoes
You the typa nasty bitch to do incest with yo bros bitch

Ya highest group song is a diss on mattel
Ya highest group song is a diss on mattel
Ya highest group song is a diss on mattel
Ya highest group song is a diss on mattel what a flop, what a Ew!, what a epic ass fail!

BENZ (MWAH)

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

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!

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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

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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

PRETTY PRIVILEGE

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)

Playtime Is Over is the debut mixtape by American rapper and singer, Nicki Minaj. It was released on July 5, 2007 through Dirty Money. It features verses from Hell Red, Red Café, Murda Mook, Ransom, Gravy, Lil Wayne, Angel De-Mar, and Ru Spits.