Cameras - (Single)
Zyon Maye
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION/Zyon Maye Records

[Hook]:
He Bit The Venom Then He Told Me He Can’t Take It 
Bad Ass Bitch On Your Digital, Like Why Would I Fake It
He Said “I Want A Movie, Can You Make It” 
He Told Me “I Want That Movie, Can You Make It”

[Verse 1]:
Thought I Was Lost, I Had It All (Then He) 
He Stripped Me Down, From Wall To Wall (And He) 
Got On His Knees, That’s The Protocol (When He) 
Was On The Floor, He Started To Crawl 
(Ah)

He Gave Me Tips, Not Talking The Balls 
I Wouldn’t Call Him Neil But His Arm Strong
He Can, Pick Me Up Without The Tongs
Now He Wants To Smoke, Let’s Hit The Bong 

You Know You’ll Never Be Better Bitch
He Can’t Get The Pussy Wetter Bitch 
Yeah We Riding Round In The Neighborhood, He On His Sweater Weather Shit 

I Need Him To Apply That Pressure
If You Want The Key To The Treasure 
You Getting Cheese But Where’s The Cheddar
Cause It’s Golden Boy In The Center

I Need To Know, Nigga Do You Wanna Hear This Flute
Cause You Say That You Getting Lucky, It May Be A Fluke
He Said He Sum Like Adam, Wanna Eat The Fruit
But It’s The Shit That I Bear , May Have Him On Mute

It’s Time To Teach The Class Something About A Cobra
I’m Not Talking Ice On The Wrist , It’s Cold Bra 
When You Bite A Bitch, You Gotta Meet Your Quota 
I Guess I Write That Hard Shit, My Pen Got A Boner 

[Hook]:
He Bit The Venom Then He Told Me He Can’t Take It 
Bad Ass Bitch On Your Digital, Like Why Would I Fake It
He Said “I Want A Movie, Can You Make It” 
He Told Me “I Want That Movie, Can You Make It”

[Outro]:
He Bit The Venom Then He Told Me He Can’t Take It 
Bad Ass Bitch On Your Digital, Like Why Would I Fake It
He Said “I Need A Movie, Can You Make It” 
He Told Me “I Need That Movie, Can You Make It”

Cameras.

4MRE! (Feat. Tae Monroe)

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!

⸻

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

⸻

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

GLUCOSE *snippet*

LICKBACK

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)

Lyrics:

Double C full of cheese, this that Provolone
High heels & shoppin’ sprees, that’s what Girly on
Like they ignored the phone call, better watch they tone
Y-You know these hoes can’t stay away, shit, I’m better than dope
Got stripper bitches shakin’, me & you ain’t adjacent
On top like ceilings, while these bitches rappin’ in they basement
Leave bitches on the pavement
A legend in the makin’, I’m gon’ need ‘bout a milli if they want me signed like vagrants
G-Got Owens on my tippies
Diamonds stuck up, they bitchy
Might cop some more of these, since these bitches said I’m “Ricky”
Off the drugs, lil’ nigga, I’m out of love
Heart cold, bad bitch, yeah, I’m hella numb
Yah mean?

Yo, Trench, heard hese bitches wanna problem now 40 Caliber, putting bitches
in the coffin, ow, know gotta hurt
Since I came in, bitches fading out 
Bitch, I go bezerk
In Neiman Marcus, I be tweaking out
Lisa blast the clip
Intersex, it got a dick 
Black Griselda, so much money now think I’m moving bricks
Ain’t no rap bitch dead, alive on track can give me shit
On instrumentals beating bitches, Barbie feel like Michael Vick
My niggas squeeze the blick ‘til you see the veins
Tearing through the bitches, massacre, splatter bitches brains
Man, how dare these bitches ever think me and them the same?
OG Barbie-Doll, that other bitch giving Curtis Payne, yeah, uh

C-Cost ‘bout a stack for all this weave, can’t fuck with cheap hoes
Wish they could do it how I do it, they want the cheat code
Just like the hair on bitches heads, y’all don’t belong
I told that bitch, “Spit shine my crown, & then be gone”
I been solidified, bitch, you know I’m too official
But ask yourself, if you leave, would they really miss you?
How the fuck they comin’ for me, startin’ to think gay niggas straight
Yeah, they call me Mrs. Blatt, let that choppa hit yo face, nigga
Fuck out my face, nigga
Unless you payin’, nigga
A healthy diet, but my pockets out of shape, nigga
It’s only one of me, so never mind my wannabes
The baddest bitch out all you hoes, who gone disagree, bitches?

Provolone

Gag Order (Cuban Me) - (Single)
Muni Ace
℗ 2025 PRTTYBOYNATION Records

Bitch I only purchase name brands, I ain’t fucking with no idiotic label
Dwayne Johnson ain’t seeing me ‘cause I got more rock than periodic table
Surname the way I line bitches, you don’t make the cut like a Barber do
Cloud minded lil faggot niggas ain’t no Barbie Dolls, just a Babadook
Get barbie’cued
Yellow Lamborghini, put the stinger up where yo face be
And I ain’t no preacher but I past her (pastor), son get on your knees and come praise me
I’m the captain, you don’t sell shit, better learn for I Sandy Hook bitches
Quick to knock a nigga lights out and put batteries in yo hood bitches
Beat a hoe, yeah I might will (Mike Will)
But I ain’t studying hoes like a dyke still
Lately feeling like Kanneka Jenkins, I don’t know, I just might chill
Hell yeah the gov name Jordan, I be traveling without a basketball
Femy bitches better tuck it tight for I have to do ‘em gymnastical

Fire (five) 6, 7, bullets at ‘em, fast forward getting my dick ate (eight)
Me impregnating white bitches, now that’s what I call a mix tape
He wanna kiss on my mistletoes, got Muni Ace on his Christmas list
All I ever see is blood and money so my wrist looking like Christmas, bitch
Garage door ‘cause they ran through
Gather niggas, soap, shampoo
Said he tryna lay his wood on me
Only if it’s longer than bamboo
Cutting shit without a coupon
I be calling plays and I ball too ‘cause I’m a coach still
Fuck around have yo ass looking like some damn oatmeal
Power Ranger way we pull up
Hoes be my sons, needa pull up
End up like Charlie, good luck
Ouwee, ouwee
We are not adjacent (Jason)
So you go to sleep and I’ma just be Freddy Krueger
Ouwee, ouwee
Put yo pen on my nightstand and prepare yourself for this ass whoopen
Finna take you down to that shelter
You ain’t a bad bitch, you just mad pussy


This what you get hoe
Gag order, gag order
Go suck a dick hoe
Gag order, gag order
Look at my wrist hoe
Gag order, gag order
Get back a lick hoe
Gag order, gag order
Cuban link
Cuban me
Cuban link
(Buy it)
Cuban me
Cuban link
(Buy it)
Cuban me
Cuban link
(Buy it)
Cuban Me

LICKBACK

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