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Inches (Lyrics) 🎀

(Verse 1)

femme,
but from the trenches

i spend a soundcloud rap 
bitch check on these inches

they need work? 
i’m giving bitches the business

i let you hit it don’t tell — witness. 

(Chorus)

on these inches
on these inches

spend a rap bitch 
check on these inches

on these inches
on these inches

just spent a rap bitch 
check on these inches

(Verse 2)

if he a big dick 
baller, big shot caller

then maybe he can pull 
my inches make me holler

designer fein, 
all this dior vintage

i stay around that snow white, christmas
cuz my niggas move work thru that tristate

bad bitch so sexy,
make boosie turn out gay

bitch you my baby 
but there is no due date

bitches dick suckers, 
they so into foreplay

um, times square & 
i strut in my inches

head to the bronx,
catch a bitch where them bricks is

no lollipops, but my 
niggas where them licks is

i need my cake in hand, fat kid!

so good he had to 
cum inside it, curfew

you bitches send 
weak shots like a nerf do

& bitch yo money short
put some pants on it

that bitch career is going 
down down boot, timberland on it

(Chorus) 2x

on these inches
on these inches

spend a rap bitch 
check on these inches

on these inches
on these inches

just spent a rap bitch 
check on these inches


(Verse 3)

rap bitch bandit
pussy pink, salmon

babysit his kids on my tongue
like sam and.. cat talk spanish

back talk? nan bitch
this just in (justin) 

like beiber (beaver)
damn (dam) bitch

oh girl my nigga keep the pole, 
but he ain’t never dancing

im too bad, long hair &
jimmy choos to step in

pretty girl with a temper
wrist game be on winter

interior, pimped her

you blacked?
i’m the lyncher

Inches

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

Lyrics:

jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)


alla that gossiping, 
cock sucking, wrist 
on neapolitan 

so pretty, i belong 
in cosmopolitan

ain’t no debate bitch 
i do not do politics 

beefing with me gone 
result in some hollow tips 


fuck hoes thought? 
that i was gone let up 

bitch you corn dog, 
don’t think you gone 
catch up 

my life’s a movie, 
directed by greta 

pig in a wig, why the
fuck would y’all pep her?


rule number one, never 
ever trust a broke hoe 

actress, tony 
baller, romo 

barbie only fuck with 
bad hoes, no homo

they know im a inspo, 
i don’t need promo 

pretty irl, i don’t 
got a bad photo 

thinking that she better
then she coo coo, cocoa

if she wanna kill herself,
i let a bitch, momo 

i ain’t letting none 
of these faggots 
breathe no more 


..gogo, yea you 
get booted 

these hoes sound 
better to me when 
they muted 

these bitches stupid
& broke, why they rapping 
designers when they can’t
afford or compute it?

pretty gang president, 
all of the baddies saluting 

a problem but, 
she the solution 

teaching these hoes, 
she can’t even be 
my substitution 

stop feeding into 
her delusion, illusion 


you know im 
mother to many 

name like any, bitch who 
ain’t pinch on my penny 

im the omega 
like kenny

like cassie im pretty,
but i do not fuck 
with diddy 

you been a fan 
like a ceili', no for 
real really 

bitch i am not 
signing titties 

all of these stones, 
like how i could i be pissy? 

you get it? bitch kidney 

these bitches my kiddy!


i got braum’s, turkey hill, 
bryers, baskin robins, talenti 

they telling T.A.L.E ‘s
they don’t the N & T 

all that coming out
your mouth, make you 
get some missing teeth 

& my money B.I.G, i can 
build a christmas tree, see? 


you don’t want smoke, 
this is a dab pen 

went against me, 
well look what
happened

i don’t gotta click up 
with no opp hoes

i don’t gotta write 
shit on the backend

if i ever wanna 
leave the rap game

let’s see how long 
these bitches lasting 

oh wait, bitches cant, 
cause they depending 
on me

so watch how all 
them hoes quit rap then


bitch im everything 
y’all aren’t

pulling cards, 
hallmark

rap better, look better, 
live better, walmart 

made em cop the blue box, 
i ain’t talking pop tart  

wonder where i be,
bitch im sitting at
the top part 


& i stay bitches 
heads like a top knot

i been hot since 
ice cream & hopscotch

they only play your
songs at the chop shop

i told that nigga eat
the pussy like it’s hot pot


vanilla bean, mint chip, 
chocolate, strawberry 

blue bell, blue bunny, 
häagen-dazs, ben & jerry 

i don’t think bitches 
get what time it is, military 

i’m killing careers hoe, 
obituary, cemetery 

washing bitches, 
sanitary 

bitches know 
im legendary 

say my name three 
times, that’s a barbie 
bloody mary

maybe i should go 
carry (carrie) 

heavn with the 
burberry

pull up in the
butternut & the guts 
on cherry


wrist on road-rocky,
that’s just swarovski

cartier, tiffany, 
van cleef, bvlgari

i can’t be around 
too many gays,
y’all clocky

would diss you 
back, but you
don’t go the moxie


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but i don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup) 


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)

Ice Cream (Solo Version)

Bed-Room Tales (feat. The Girly)

STUCK UP (MEGA MIX) FT. DAESJA MONROE, WEEZY, MIIKAEL, FEMY

Fuck With (feat. Purcosex)

Lyrics:

All of these bitches make 
me sick to my tummy

You tryna end me,
I’m counting money

Retarded, Wheelchair bound, 
I’ma go dummy

Bitch your career is a wrap,
like a mummy

Like bitch im your mommy

He calling me mommy

I’m wearing the crown,
you aint taking it from me

Like bow bow bow bow
We keeping the tommy

I’m wearing that 
Cherry Blossom Murakami  


Pull up in some shit you 
never really seen on a hoe

Put my wrist out and watch
how the ice bling on a hoe


Tryna rap like me, 
sing on a hoe

Name ring bells ding 
ding on a hoe

You know the Barbie never
been scared to swing 
swing on a hoe, oh


Nice to meet you,
I’m Ms. Get My Way Bae

Pull up in that Purosangue
up in Loewe

Now Barbie why the fuck 
you say what bitches can’t say?

And why when they bring 
up your name, bitches can’t take


3, 2, 1 nigga lift off

Every time I turn a round
a bitch pissed off

I would hate to come and 
get a bitch get clipped off

So when I come around
better have them lips off


I’m in my zone (6),
shoutout atlanta 

Bitch my closet
Hannah Montana  

No they can’t sit her 
and no they can’t stand her

You been a fan uh,
and you been a stan uh


They accolades, 
I put a triple on that

All them bitches big broke, 
put a cripple on that 

And my diamonds rainbow
like a skittle on that

And I’m hard to figure out
like a riddle on that

DA-DA-DA ll

Miami

prod wink

wait for me
hang on
to you
everything we do
it’s true
do you think of me 2
wait a sec
what’s up with u
girl i wnna know yeah
do u feel it 2

i know im the worst for you
my bad
but girl you gotta chose
know u don’t wnna
am i the 4 you
come a lil closer

we can leave this place girl
we don’t gotta go back ;/
just say what u wanna say 2 me
u ain’t gotta hold back
i’m in the city tonite
waiting for you 2 call
so tell me what u wanna say

my bad

unhhhhhh

(REMASTERED)

#Dereon2025, As King Dereon holds court atop the rap throne, he summons a hearing at the Bastille to remind the realm why none shall dare oppose him.

LYRICS 💎🎀

[ VERSE ]

Tell these bitches off with they head
On my Bridgerton shit Charlotte 
Stacking bread

Kill these bitches in my sleep
Guillotine with a bed, looking
Like the storming of the Bastille 
Rappers dead 

I’m on that new shit bitches 
can’t touch, dual pistols in my 
Pocket if a nigga get buck

You got all that animosity 
you best to keep that shit tucked
Say the shit these bitches 
Don’t like but I give no fucks

The people call me honcho
I am the ruler and the reason
They are not chose  

I spin her block she get to dipping
Like some nachos, bragging bout
Hits bitch, I already got those

Are you stupid? 

The mind is very scary best
Believe me you should use it, I dare
One of you bitches to claim what you
Make is music

This shit be in my dna, trust me I do this
I am the illest rapper I got testaments 
To prove it 

[ MONOLOGUE]

And so I stormed The Bastille, stage flooded with blood, sky dancing with crimson covered dove
Left these rap bitches faced down so no one could run

[ VERSE 2 ]

I hop up on the beat and get 
To blacking bitch, pull up to 
The function hella horses 
And some carriages 

I’m a sexy nigga turning 
Heteros to savages
Blood on my handkerchief

Hella body bags in it
I’m on a new escapade 
Fuck niggas at the masquerade 

My body tea with lemonade 
I’m raiding like a renegade 
These rap bitches are never safe

My diamonds giving gay parade 
You stagnant bitch you stuck in place
Won’t dare to say shit to my face 

You fucking loser! 

Hit you with the 6 shooter 
Metal bruiser to your medulla 

Got that oppa stoppa diffuser
And i’m itching to use her  

Whip that sword out he get 
To jousting in this bitch, sex sells
That’s I why I got boys aroused up
In this bitch 

Tuh

I got all the fine shit sending 
pigeon letters heard her man 
was feeling me but who I for whoever?

After this, therefore that
You talking shit don’t take it back 
Have my niggas get the gat 
They finna take you off the map

Pussyyyyyyy!

Storming The Bastille

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 by @prod.deathrayyy
i dont belong to any genre its all just music

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誰が何をするか分からない
この空虚の中で感じました
あれはずっと笑っていた
責任逃れをしていました
吸い込んでは離れていった
感じないって思い込んでいた

ねえ、明日になれたら
このままでいいと思うかな
ねえ、明日何かになりゃ
この気持ちもなくなるんだ

(分からない 分からないか)
(分からない 分からないから)
明日になればよかった
今は何も感じやしないよ

aɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ//⛧bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ⛧ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ prod deathrayyy #paininc202 [̶̷̶̷̶̷d̷̶̷̶̷̶̷e̶̷̶̷̶̷a̷̶̷̶̷̶̷d̶̷̶̷̶̷]̶̷̶̷̶̷

how do i tell u

who wouldv evrr knew we wud eva b more than friendzzz

R3PL4Y

NYMPH-0 
She/Her
Singer/Rapper
I make bops bumb hoes

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unhhhhhh

SiNNY N0VA

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