ILLUSIONS lyrics stop asking and read💋💅🏾
(MADE IN 24hrs)

give a bitch a inch watch she take a mile im smoking on these hoes like a black and mild 

when i reach for this choppa you better get down when me and playaa pop out we shutting it down 

it go down like up down up down ride with a switch when i heard this track i told him ima body this shit 

im hella c-cocky bitchiness I EMBODY the shit we at the ritz throwin ass in the lobby and shit
~
Playaa Coming thru killing bout to body a bitch 
Now she singing all ma tracks like ladi dadi and shit 

Ma bitch jade a black belt like this karate and shit 
Buy ma bitche a new rari im just buying her shit 

See i throw that money all up in the air 
Like I had 40 inches in my muh fucken hair 

Blocking me goofy Nigga you know I ain’t neva care 
Take the fluffing out yo body call that bitch a care bear 
~
40 inch hair yes he gone stare they duplicate but they cannot compare 

custom belt buckle from Karl Lagerfeld bitch im so pretty i swear its not fair 

anyways who the fuck they dissing? bitch jade. 

who they look up to? jade. 

lets call a spade a spade, like boom took her nigga yeah i’m stealing threw it back in the wraith im touching the ceiling 

big ole booty cream on the dick like its ashy this the 4th round it go down in the backseat 

painted the lamb yellow we everywhere like a taxi bitch ill make my nigga kill you and i bet he aint gone tax me 

standing on business im grown you steady singing my songs face top tier, money long, & the body is on 

pussy hoe bow to the throne her nigga giving me dome

 “i quit rap, i quit rap” 

hoe you still rockin fades left that in the 90’s she was down bad i guess she needed the 90

Ima fly away to a place no one could find me i walk in the club first my bitches behind me
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How u trynna get a piece 
And you treating me grimy

Get up on the track and slide 
This perfect ass timeing 

I ain’t battling no bitch that barely be rhyming 
Say she copping new designer 
You bitches stay lying!

I see Them owens neva came from my Nigga Rick 
They call me the top shoota 
I’m the first pick 

U wanna beef wit me 
but then You asking for a kiss 

Beat the diamonds out the sky 
Like my name was Chris 

I had to realize
Ho committing suicide 
I just need a nigga that’s gone call his self 
My ride or die 

Pull up on them niggas wit them glocks it’s really shoot or die 
Now
I’m bout to kill a bitch and put her in a suit and tie
I told these hoes that playaa coming wit body bags 

I’m bout to burn her in the oven where the toe tag 
I got the tunnel vision like my name was Kodak 

And if u thinking this the end bitch I got another gag!

PLAYAA & JADE-“ILLUSIONS”

Zip it up

Prod. @Ox1gen

Lyrics:

Next stop, take me to the Netherlands
Where the party ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in
Ride him like a hoverboard, then I’m heading to the North-pole
Get me ice, get me gifts
Then the next stop, take ‘em to the pet shop
Cop a bad bitch, yop
Told me that he network, I said “Nigga, gimme desktop”
Take me to the Netherlands, where the party never ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in

As soon as I walk in, they gaggin’, they gawkin’
The bitches not paid should never be talking
Bimbo-Dolly shape or ass-shots with no chasers
Like I’m 700, I hit all dem with the laser
Shoe game criminal, wrist & neck is identical 
Finna smoke a fag, I’m ballin’, just like they genitals
They know who the fuck to play with
They know how sticky the paint get
They know I control this shit
Don’t hate the player, hate the game, bitch

Netherlands
Never ends
Cop another
Cheddar in
Ride him like a-
Then I’m heading
Get me ice, get me gifts, then-

Next stop, take me to the Netherlands
Where the party ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in
Ride him like a hoverboard, then I’m heading to the North-pole
Get me ice, get me gifts
Then the next stop, take ‘em to the pet shop
Cop a bad bitch, yop
Told me that he network, I said “Nigga, gimme desktop”
Take me to the Netherlands, where the party never ends
Cop another duffle, don’t forget to put my cheddar in

Next Stop

Prod. iceboy

Lyrics:

Yo, fuck the making up
Bitch, this ain't Maybelline
It's time to throw some shots, issues & magazines
I like my diamonds yellow, think my jewels Phillipine
I could say one line, and make a bitch a meme
Bitch, watch your mouth, 'cause my respect, I'll kill 'bout
They making alter egos off of my appeal now
It's time for plan Columbine, I'm sick of teaching lessons
They know my wrist is a fucking bioluminescent
The fuck I look like spearing bitches when they name ain't Britney?
I made him get down on his Chinese & come eat the Kitty
Don't think it's sweet just because I sing a bit, bitches
Yo name Lebron, so, I hit you with the heat, nigga
The only bitch to come and switch it like it's magic
These hoes runs' ain't gone be for long, 'cause they asthmatic
I'm overseas if you wonder where I be's, honey
Walk in the club, & I'm throwin' up my rap money
And all ya music got me Jade(d), got me bored, bitch
This shit ain't working, try Hidden Valley endorsements
They flock together, washin' bitches in they bird bath
That choppa sing a lullaby, bitch, take your dirt-nap

Okay, okay, okay
Tell a bum bitch "Stay the fuck out my way"
Turn to a beast when I'm puttin' the paws on these bitches and shit, since they wanna get played
My foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
Like 'Teen Beach', these bitches Cruisin' for a Bruisin'
They try to fit my style, they get Breonna tailored
Oh, don't worry, I'm the rap game's savior
Wrist game in another galaxy
Back shots on the top of the balcony
Like a whore they suck, so actually, fuck all these hoes, pornography
Man, I be with niggas that shoot cribs with the mamas in 'em
You know the choppa go "Brrrak!", like Obama did it
Sat on my throne? Oh, I know you bitches didn't
You hoes ain't kunt, man, y'all pussy, I see hella kittens
Bitch, are you dumb? A barren bitch ain't conceiving no kids
My bitches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
Now every bitch tryna be Girly, Princess, pink, & trans
They think they icy 'til I knock the drink up out they hand
You bitches rats, & it calls for an inspection
I shut 'em down, hoes won't be Back 2 Business again

The only bitch that's really 'round here makin' revenue
The only bitch these bitches put up on a pedestal
I showed these rapper bitches how to be an animal
I showed these bitches how to get they greens & vegetables
How the fuck dare you bitches bite the hand that fed y'all?
But it's okay, 'cause I'm the 'End all, be all'
I'm crackin' up, that bitch think she got my tiara, ho
But keep it real, these bitches ain't even got tiara flow
I really mean it when I say "I am the best at this"
Bitch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
What hip-hop bitch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
I line 'em up, & I box her bitches like draws is plaid
See, y'all can't fuck with me
Don't get bread, why they duckin' me?
#GIRLYBADDESTBITCHINEVERYCOUNTRY, yuh

ISSUES & MAGAZINES

WYA? (feat. MONTÉ)

BELLY DANCER

MOMMY MODE

Birkin (prod. yukisx)
NovaGalore - [Single]
℗ 2025 Pretty Gang Records

Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin

He hit me up like, "Bossa, why you always working?"
Told him to mind his bidness, and get to slurping
Hopped out the AMG, hit the key, made sure it's chirpin'
Post up on Instagram, make sure the haters still lurkin'
Hand up in his face, ain't got time to sit and play
Shopping sprees, and Papa-d's, that is how I spend my day
And he gone pay for everything, I don't got to spend my pape
I'm so fucking bad, I wonder how I still ain't got sent away, ow!

Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin

In his trap-house, that's where my stash at
My pride too fucking big to sit around you faggots
All my looks be killer, so they who i'm throwing jabs at
If you can't find me, catch me where the Range-Rovers, and Jag's at
Bossed up and went from Gucci heels, to the Giuseppe Zanotti's
The last bitch I let piss me off, got flushed like the potty
And this runway is custom, so it only fits my body
Take off the doors, it's a dream to be in this Bugatti

Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Titties sit up, they perk, they busting out the shirt
If you can pop that pussy right, then you can get a Birkin
Get a Birkin
Galore

MOMMY MODE

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