All this dont make sense
u dedicate cho whole career try to make weak ass amends

keep that fake shit up out my face, u need to put it in the bin
my heart will stay with my my kin

These bitches saying that barbie but they brick body give ken

It take one nigga say u fine shyt, u give it up
yous a toy to em, bop it, and his dick u twist it up
Talking shit one time will only lead to fisticuffs
Yo wallet thin just like yo hair bitch we can neva go buck fa buck

I can never be fucked wit
These hoes on the bottom row with all that dick they be sucking
i aint stuttering (rah)
rapping circles round bitches  dey huffin and puffin

bitch go read a book
that da only way yo ass will find a damn  hook

Bitch did u mistook? stay n a childs place fo u whooped


bitch i take a look on grindr and they asking am i mobile bitch this aint no damn verizon, only driving for 1 million total

i see yo music, bitch its only going fucking local
But take a look a look at my shit bitch im going fucking global

i see u looking at my body, bitch u aint finna touch
you cannot even kiss my ass, with all that fucking thrush
Say u spitting on the mic, bitch its dripping wet, hush
Spitting all this hot shit, they thinking
we smoking good kush

need a sugar daddy, to take me to the mall
He like the way my body look, he say its like a doll
And by a doll, he talking bout them pretty transgendas
I might just fuck em till he die, now im a sex offender

(gues that nigga fucked with me
but i got a bag so this aint no fuckery
sum u hoes are some broke ass cheap skakes
only thing thats coming out yall mouth is dick and lies snakes)


bitchs get jealous on but i been uppa echelon
Bitch yo pussy hair like tarzan, lets call it a amazon
bitch my ass so fat u know who want it
his-his anacond
turnt yo nigga down he still chasing ike a marathon uh


eat a rappa bitch up like a triple dipper slider
Wanna talk it out? we can chop it up michael myers
She dont want the smoke, if she catch it she gone croak, Now you know if yu gon fuck me, im only going higher

i step up in the stu and then i spit sum hot shit
Bitch they listen to yo rap and they like this is hot shit
Bitch my songs are manifesto, it becomes the topic
All u haters can suck my dick, just get in the cockpit (m)

F$ Wit' Me

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Lyrics:

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 1: The Girly]

We gone slaughter all these bitches, and then bathe up in they blood
If P-I-N-K on the ink, you know it’s monsters in the cut
Me & Kajo Draculaura, finna hit up Bora Bora
Bombshells in the villa, all the niggas wan’ explore us
Ain’t got’ explain, you know the name
I think I need another pad, my flow’s insane
You would think I be freein’ slaves, way I snatch chains
You worked for me, but you the Boss? Now that’s the shame
Stay in yo lane, bitch
I just wanna party
Told that boy “I’ll be the Draculaura to your Clawd if…”
You beat the kitty like it’s cruelty, but just look out for Darwin
This is Monster High, come party with the pretty corpses
Shoe game is so obnoxious
Suck they blood, I’m covered in murder
Can’t name one rap bitch I ain’t murder
I get green, yes bitch, I get Gurka
Rockin’ shit that they never heard of
Kajo Muah, let’s go to Scaris, then I wanna go to London
And if they get stupid, trap them bitches in the dungeon

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, i’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 2: Kajo Muah]

Bitches talking bout some shit that’s old as fuck, get it a cane  
How ‘bout you beat me here and now, but you’re not able, you’re just cain
And the way I’m getting chicken, you would think I’m Raising Cane
You’re a faggot and a nigger, bitch, go pick a Sugarcane
Black on beats like Sharpie in pink, my last name is Evans
And the only time I fell off, just happened to be from heaven
And my flow is the bomb, it might just work at 711
So if you acting like you fly, then my niggas go 9/11
I’m with my gang, you know the set I bang
You a chop, PF Chang, toss money, no Romain 
I Got blood on my fang, no water, but I reign 
Me and Ssychho insane, I’m master, so I keep plain chain
Guissepe my body, then I go do pilate
On the naughty list, ‘cause my attitude so Zanotti 
Nigga got that morning, wood I’ma take it down, no karate
How you talkin’ all shit, when you ain’t on shit but a potty?
What’s good?
And I fuck good
I’ma 5 star chick, and I cluck good
It’s your bed time, and I tuck good
I ball on a bitch, I don’t tuck good
I’m so opium, I’m so mother vamp 
Might go back to pink, might have to revamp
I ain’t talking no tent, when I say I’m so camp
I been the Kuntriss, I been had it stamped
I get my dough, while you bitches kneading
They on my tits, and these bitches teething
Now all y’all kunt? But I am the reason
I am a gift, and this is the season
I’m real rich bitch, I’ma real Double-R
Ima soft white girl, you a hard rr
I don’t drop no soap, but I will drop a bar
5 $ T A R R
Power and money, these bitches know I got it
I know you see my rings, bitch, I even gag the Hobbit
‘Cause I got bars for days, and I got flows for hours
And I ain’t talking no piss, got so much gold I could shower 
And it go, what’s up
Fuck the club up
I’m with blond white girls, they throwin’ that shit up 
My nigga, what’s up
We fuckin’ that shit up
If you not talking bout blood, then shut the fuck up

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

[Verse 3: The Girly]

Gotta pay me for my passion, I’ma need a check for it
Double CC when you see me, yes, that’s where the check goin’
Bitch, you need to fixate
Worried ‘bout my mixtape? Pull my tranny cock out, now get on your knees & beg for it
Bad girls like to have fun too
Bad girls like to have fun too
Bad girls like to have fun too
Ain’t no blood on your fang, you can’t hang with the crew (Ooh!)

[Chorus: The Girly]

Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Cannot control me, I’m the bitch they can’t tame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range
Nah, they not gang
Nah, they not gang if it ain’t blood on they fang
Don’t need a nigga, I got money & fame
Cuttin’ they heads & puttin’ them on my chain
Then hop in the Range

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