Bobbi Stay Ghost – Bobbi Fi$ha 👻🌑🔊

Moving in silence, seen but never caught, "Bobbi Stay Ghost" is a spectral anthem floating through the shadows of dark trap. The bass knocks like an unseen force, the synths ripple like a phantom in the fog, and Bobbi Fi$ha’s flow cuts through the void like a whisper from another realm.

This is music for the ones who disappear but never fade, for the ones too deep in the game to be traced. Untouchable, unstoppable, unforgettable—Bobbi stays ghost, but the legend lives on. Can you feel the presence? 👻💀🔥

#BobbiStayGhost #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #PsychedelicTrap #PhantomDrip #ShadowRap #BassHeavy #OtherworldlySound #GhostMode #UndergroundHeat

Lyrics*** 

Pressure like altitudes, step and it’s fatal,
Money do backflips, it spin like a dreidel.
I see the play from the top like a cradle,
Bobbi Fi$ha, my wave move like a naval.

City on fire, I step through the cinders,
Neck full of winter, my wrist outta temper.
Talkin’ in codes, I decipher the whispers,
Price on they head, it get flipped like a scripture.

Check out my wrist, it’s a monogram etching,
Custom precision, it gleam in reflections.
I took a loss, made it back in a second,
Turned every L to a lesson, no question.

VVS clarity, vision is lucid,
Still keep it tucked like a clip in a rubric.
Move like a myth, but the numbers is proven,
I make deposits, they watchin’ the movement.

Foreigns in convoy, they hum through the city,
Top off the coupe like I’m losin’ my ceiling.
Pockets so deep that they drown in resilience,
Bobbi move different, they know I’m the villain.

Drums in the lobby, percussion is knockin’,
Wrist look like rivers, my bezel is rockin’.
Talk out of turn, they get cut from the doctrine,
Ain’t no more passes, the doors gettin’ locked in.

Ain’t talkin’ Wi-Fi, the signal encrypted,
Backdoor the play, it’s a silent eviction.
Numbers stay spinnin’, my commas consistent,
Bobbi stay ghost, but the spirit prolific.

Bass in the trunk got it shakin’ like seizures,
I’m in the field like a play off receiver.
Brick like a sermon, it stack like a preacher,
Talk like they with it, but know they beneath us.

Tesla with mileage, it slide like a hover,
Wheels turn to liquid, they spin like a buffer.
I see through shade, I was raised in the gutter,
They try to flex, but they check is a runner.

Weight in the vault, it don’t lift off for free,
Took what I wanted, then doubled the fee.
Runnin’ up numbers, it’s clockwork to me,
Bobbi the name, let it echo the streets.

Deep in the silence, I move like a cipher,
Opps outta reach like they stuck in the ether.
I keep a map, but my path isn’t linear,
Step in the function, the air gettin’ denser.

Ghost in the frame, but the presence is real,
Paintings from artists that never could feel.
Told ‘em I’m different, they stuck in a deal,
I took the risk and then tripled my yield.

Motion like water, it shift with the tide,
Move through the static, I live in the glide.
I took the route that they couldn’t survive,
Now they just watchin’, they stuck in rewind.

Bobbi Stay Ghost

Plutocrats – Bobbi Fi$ha 💀💰

"Plutocrats" is a hard-hitting dark trap anthem that takes on the greedy elite, the powerful few who control the strings of society from the shadows. With gritty beats and sharp lyricism, Bobbi Fi$ha paints a picture of the ultra-wealthy, untouchable figures who manipulate the game, crushing everything in their path for power, money, and control.

Through an eerie mix of hypnotic flows and bass-heavy rhythms, "Plutocrats" delivers a chilling commentary on the dark side of the rich and powerful, making you feel the weight of their influence. This track is more than music—it’s a screaming warning from the underground.

#Plutocrats #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #ElitePower #WealthAndCorruption #TrapMusic #HypnoticFlow #PowerAndGreed #ShadowRap #PoliticalCommentary


Lyrics ***

Numbers get juggled like shells in a cartridge,
They cookin’ the books while they floodin’ the market.
Plutocrats profit, they draftin’ the carnage,
Turnin’ the system to slave for a harvest.

Bobbi Fi$ha, I pivot like axles,
Crackin’ the cipher, I move through the fractals.
Talkin’ in riddles, they whisper in councils,
Signin’ off deals while they sharpen the scalpels.

Money do backflips, the vaults do gymnastics,
Private the skies while they ration the rations.
Sellin’ us struggle, they taxin’ the ashes,
Write off the people, then print out the fractions.

Nation’s an auction, they settin’ the prices,
Bid on the streets, then they double the crisis.
Stack up a hedge and they shuffle devices,
Feed us a famine, then sell the advices.

Watch how they move with a federal script,
Talk like they gods but they counterfeit myths.
Money get laundered through rivers of debt,
Washin’ the sins while they polish the threats.

Bobbi don’t follow, I cut through the fog,
Switch up the current, I’m surgin’ the charge.
Governments fall, now the power is flawed,
Tearin’ the chains, now we breakin’ the laws.

Chess in the skyline, they movin’ like kings,
Buyin’ up courts while they puppeteerin’.
Hidin’ the keys while they offer the lease,
Puttin’ a lock where the freedom should be.

Step in the chamber, they plot like a sermon,
Dollars decide who’s exempt from the burden.
Keepin’ us workin’ while futures uncertain,
Tightenin’ leashes, they watchin’ us worsen.

Bobbi ain’t with it, I’m crackin’ the nodes,
Cipher the ledger, then breakin’ the code.
Te$la the current, I move like a rogue,
Pullin’ the plug, now they power is ghost.

Behind all the curtains, they buildin’ up fences,
Ownin’ the air, then they chargin’ expenses.
Papers get pushed while they draft up a census,
Closin’ the doors while they cash in the entrance.

Plutocrats

Luigi’s Mansion – Bobbi Fi$ha 💀🔫

"Luigi’s Mansion" is a dark, gritty trap track that dives into the world of a shooter—haunted by their past, moving in silence, and always on edge. With creeping beats and cold, calculated lyrics, Bobbi Fi$ha brings the shadowy mentality of a hitman to life, painting a picture of a mind lost in the darkness of violence and regret. The synths echo like whispers in the haunted halls, while the bass pounds like the rhythm of a heartbeat in a high-stakes game.

This track is the sound of being caught between life and death, moving with purpose, but with every step dragging you deeper into the abyss. It’s a ghostly journey into the mind of a shooter, where the pressure mounts and the danger never fades.

#LuigisMansion #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #ShooterRap #HauntedBeats #GrimVibes #UndergroundHeat #ShadowRap #TrapMusic #PhantomDrip

Lyrics 

Dark clouds spinnin’ like wheels on the highway,
Hunnid drones hummin’, they searchin’ the byways.
Hired guns lurkin’, they eyes like a scope,
CEO sittin’, he laughin’ at hope.

Built up an empire, but bodies the brick,
Turnin’ the workers to numbers that flip.
Sent out machines just to silence the noise,
Metallic assassins, no choice but deploy.

Bobbi Fi$ha, I ghost through the static,
Hand on the grip and my aim automatic.
Hacked through the mainframe, I pivot the axis,
Pulled up the map, now the blueprints extracted.

Fences electrified, lasers in motion,
Sent out a signal, it rippled the ocean.
Codes in the shadows, I ghost through the motions,
Steppin’ through circuits, the cameras unfocus.

Luigi’s Mansion, the castle of sin,
Bulletproof towers, the doors never bend.
Skyscraper built on the blood of the weak,
Payin’ ‘em cents while he talkin’ in Greek.

I took the staircase, my pace like a phantom,
Drones in the hallway, they armed like a tantrum.
Pulse rounds rippin’ through walls like a canyon,
Tappin’ the system, the grids start abandonin’.

Red lights flashin’, the towers in panic,
He pressin’ buttons, but nothin’ mechanic.
Numbers get twisted, his stocks goin’ frantic,
Lockdown initiated, movement gigantic.

Step in the chamber, his guards turn to vapor,
Lasers reflect off the glass like a sabre.
Face full of sweat, now he readin’ the paper,
Knew what was comin’, he chokin’ on acres.

Bobbi stay silent, I move with precision,
Crosshairs align like a math-based decision.
Look in his eyes, he see premonition,
All of his money can’t change the incision.

Luigi’s Mansion, the fortress is crackin’,
Systems shut down, now the walls full of static.
No place to run, every door been retracted,
Evil got power, but power’s elastic.

He tried to speak but the sound wouldn’t travel,
Echoes of ghosts in the halls full of gravel.
He built an empire, but now it’s unraveled,
Scripted his ending, but lost in the battle.

Towers collapse as I step from the wreckage,
Engines combust as the numbers get severed.
No resurrection, the market is severed,
Plutocrat fallin’, his last word was "Never."

Luigi lurkin’, mansion burnin’,
Tables turnin’, bridges cursin’.
Steel is workin’, circuits surgin’,
No more sermons, page is turnin’.

Luigi lurkin’, mansion burnin’,
Tables turnin’, bridges cursin’.
Steel is workin’, circuits surgin’,
No more sermons, page is turnin’.

Luigi lurkin’, mansion burnin’,
Tables turnin’, bridges cursin’.
Steel is workin’, circuits surgin’,
No more sermons, page is turnin’.

Luigi’s Mansion

"Orange Julius" – Bobbi Fi$ha 🍊💀

"Orange Julius" is a dark trap anthem that delves into the persona of a shadowy billionaire, drawing inspiration from the archetype of the wealthy elite with questionable morals. Through gritty beats and sharp lyrics, Bobbi Fi$ha paints a vivid picture of this figure's greed, corruption, and dominance, inviting listeners to reflect on the impact of unchecked wealth and power.

#OrangeJulius #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #ShadowyBillionaire #WealthAndPower #HipHopNarrative #CorruptionAndGreed #TrapMusic #SoundCloudExclusive

Lyrics 

Orange man sittin’ in a throne made of tax bills,
Laughin’ while he stack mills, bodies in the landfills.
Towers made of gold, but the base full of cracks,
Shakin’ dirty hands while he sharpenin’ the axe.

Runnin’ a nation like it’s just an investment,
Sellin’ out the poor while he countin’ up the blessings.
Money get funneled, the numbers get laundered,
Skippin’ the struggle, he feedin’ his sponsors.

Bobbi Fi$ha, I creep through the palace,
Snakes in the halls, but my step full of malice.
Hand in the vault, yeah, I move like a savage,
Robin the rich while they dream of a balance.

Got the streets boilin’, they pockets on empty,
He servin’ up crumbs, but his plate lookin’ hefty.
Sellin’ out futures, he tradin’ the workers,
Turnin’ their sweat into stocks for the earners.

Orange Julius, sip from the chalice,
Squeezin’ the people, then countin’ the balance.
Drippin’ in diamonds, he smilin’ for cameras,
Buyin’ elections, then cuttin’ the ladders.

Mansions get bigger, the rent keep on risin’,
Cities decay while he light up the islands.
Billionaires chuckle, the workers stay cryin’,
He servin’ up poison but dress it like science.

Bobbi ain’t playin’, I move with a burner,
Hands in the safe while he talkin’ in murmurs.
Flip through the contracts, I tear up the merger,
Passin’ out paper while twistin’ the further.

Took all his gold, now the tables been switchin’,
Handed it back to the ones that been missin’.
Uprooted systems, the chains gettin’ lifted,
We cuttin’ the ties while he beggin’ forgiveness.

Helicopters circle, his people start runnin’,
Bank accounts vanish, his kingdom been gutted.
No more protection, no walls left to climb,
Bobbi the name and I’m snatchin’ what’s mine.

Orange Julius, mask start to slip,
Face turnin’ pale as he fall from the grip.
Hands in the dirt, now he beggin’ for flips,
Funny how fast all the power can flip.

Orange Julius, pour out the cup,
He took from the many to stack it all up.
Now it’s reversed, yeah, we breakin’ it up,
Bobbi came through, now we shakin’ it up.

Orange Julius, drainin’ the chalice,
No more control, now he facin’ the malice.
Empire crumblin’, throne gettin’ ravaged,
Tables have turned and the numbers get balanced.

Orange Julius

Bobbi Fi$ha – Bobbi Fi$ha ⚓🌊♟️💀

This isn’t just a name—it’s a checkmate in motion. "Bobbi Fi$ha" is the soundtrack of a grandmaster moving through the psychedelic abyss, playing the game three steps ahead, navigating dark waters, haunted beats, and cosmic frequencies. The bass hits like a well-placed gambit, the bars strike with precision, and every move is calculated to control the board.

Like a ghost ship shifting through the fog, Bobbi Fi$ha rides the waves of dark trap and surreal lyricism, sacrificing pawns, seizing queens, and trapping kings in the soundscape of another dimension. The game is infinite—the sound is eternal. Your move. ♟️🔥🌊

#BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #PsychedelicTrap #PhantomDrip #BassHeavy #CheckmateFlow #MindGameMusic #MysticVibes #OtherworldlySound #ShadowRap #WaveyTrap

Lyrics 

Bobbi Fi$ha maneuver like grandmasters playin' in Zurich,
Chronicles pivot, my movement esoteric and purist.
Renaissance mind, every verse is a fresco of physics,
Architect syllables, built from the dust of eclipses.

Diagonal slides like a bishop encryptin' a cipher,
Opposition diminished, my strategy strictly precise here.
Algorithmic inscriptions embedded in tactical measures,
Flippin’ the pawns like the stock exchange, raisin’ my ledger.

Calculated gambits, I sacrifice rooks for the throne,
Vortex equations, my patterns been fractal and cloned.
Checkmate the system, my lexicon twist like a Möbius,
Sentences spiral, I pivot like Hindu custodians.

Simultaneous mappings of words that’ll pivot the lattice,
Fibonacci expansions, my rhymes been geometric patterns.
Kings on the board get abolished, I pivot my rook,
Silhouettes vanish, my cadence been cravin’ a crook.

Syntax symmetric, I speak in the tongue of the pharaohs,
Vertical moves like I’m readin’ these plays from an arrow.
Language kinetic, I step like a knight in dimensions,
Time is a myth, I dissolve in the text like ascension.

Manifest weight in the echoes of syllables doubled,
Pressure been buildin’, they buckle, they fumble, they stumble.
Bobbi the oracle, scripture been formed like a theorem,
Tyrants get checkmated, history's shifted to clearance.

Queen-side castle, my movements been layered in meaning,
Parabolic linguistics, my words leave opponents defeated.
Abstract semantics been shiftin’ like quantum entanglement,
Lyrical calculus shiftin’ the balance of management.

Who wanna gamble? The board been distorted in essence,
Fortress dismantled, I pivot like infinite presence.
Pawns playin’ checkers while I move in theoreticals,
Bobbi been speakin’ in ancient dialectics electrical.

64 squares but I’m stretchin’ the map in dimensions,
Bobbi been movin’ like gravity caught in ascension.
Syllables tangled in echoes of paradox symbols,
Opposition collapses, they trapped in the fabric of riddles.

Master tactician, my rhythm been sacred and structured,
Angles been shiftin’, my lyrics been shapin’ the ruptures.
Empires tumble, my cadence been sharp as excisions,
Calculated precision, I conquer through verbal incision.

Bobbi the cipher, the text been rewritten in granite,
Gnostic inscriptions been chanted in lyrical fragments.
Who wanna challenge the force that been molded in ages?
Checkmate the tyrants, I pivot through infinite stages.

Bobbi Fi$ha

Jodorowsky – Bobbi Fi$ha 🎥🔮💀

A cinematic trip through sound and psyche, "Jodorowsky" is a dark, psychedelic trap odyssey where the beats melt reality and the bars paint visions beyond the edge of consciousness. Bobbi Fi$ha channels the spirit of surrealism, rebellion, and esoteric knowledge, crafting a track that feels like a lost script from another dimension.

With haunting synths, hypnotic 808s, and mind-bending lyricism, this song is alchemy in motion, blending occult wisdom, cosmic soundscapes, and raw, unfiltered energy. Open your mind—this is more than music, it’s prophecy. 🎥🔮🔥

#Jodorowsky #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #PsychedelicTrap #SurrealRap #EsotericBeats #MysticVibes #OtherworldlySound #BassHeavy #VisionaryFlow
 Lyrics - 

Pressure push the diamond out the monolith,
Script engraved in meteorics, flow astonishing.
Turn a loss to an empire like Constantinople,
Took the throne, broke it down, made a monument global.

Whispers in the concrete, echoes in the black rain,
Talkin’ to the void, got it soundin’ like Max Payne.
Dodge every shot like I’m Neo in the last frame,
Every single cut turn a canvas to a mass grave.

Hollow-point sentences, aim it with intelligence,
Countin’ up the sum, got accountants doin’ exorcists.
Numbers twist backward, I talk like a pendulum,
Past and the future been bent in my reckoning.

Walk with the weight of a century stacked,
Name in the wind like a phantom of rap.
Spit like the hammer been empty then clapped,
Move like the echoes of history’s past.

No comparison, mind like a nebula,
Every thought spiral, my words molecular.
Built like a legend but talk with irregulars,
Street-level scholars, we move like the predators.

Laws get rewritten, my language been edited,
Came from the ruins, my speech is repetitive.
Circle been tighter than federal sentences,
Trust? I don’t offer it, only percentages.

Wires get tapped when I step in the sector,
Blueprints encrypted, my name been a vector.
Signal been scrambled, my verse is a lecture,
Wake up the slumber, my tongue is electric.

I don’t do flexin’, I move like a pantheon,
Every last line been a link in a Babylon.
Towers collapse when I switch up the lexicon,
Power get shifted, the cycle’s a marathon.

Hands on the sun while they pray to a symbol,
City been burnin’, my name in the middle.
They want a wave? I been causin’ a ripple,
Bobbi been movin’, the steps never simple.

Took all the damage, then wore it like fashion,
Ghost in the shell, every word is an action.
Tension been thick, yeah, the air made of static,
Crown on my head like I’m Jodorowsky’s passage.

Pressure push the diamond out the monolith,
Script engraved in meteorics, flow astonishing.
Turn a loss to an empire like Constantinople,
Took the throne, broke it down, made a monument global.

Pressure make diamonds, I carve out the throne,
Build from the ruins, I did it alone.
Echoes of empires engraved in my bones,
Monuments rise when I sharpen my tone.

Storm through the city, I move like a ghost,
Turn all this pain into power and gold.
Took what they buried and made it my own,
Pressure make diamonds, I carve out the throne.

Jodorowsky

Bene Gesserit – Bobbi Fi$ha 👁️🔥

"Bene Gesserit" is a dark trap journey into the mind of a master manipulator—a track that explores hidden knowledge, power, and control. Drawing inspiration from the mystic sisterhood in Dune, Bobbi Fi$ha channels the energy of the Bene Gesserit—a group of women trained to control the narrative and bend reality to their will.

With hypnotic beats, eerie synths, and sharp lyricism, this song captures the essence of mind control, intellectual strength, and hidden agendas. The flow moves like an ancient prophecy, weaving mystical wisdom and dark energy into every line.

Prepare to be entranced. "Bene Gesserit" isn’t just a song—it’s a mental game of power and influence, and Bobbi Fi$ha is the one holding the cards. 🃏👁️💀

#BeneGesserit #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #MysticBeats #IntellectualPower #HypnoticFlow #ShadowRap #MindControl #SurrealTrap #EsotericVibes #PsychedelicTrap #UndergroundRap #PhantomDrip







Lyrics 

Silk robes drag, I move like a hex,
Words in my breath, got a spell on they neck.
Eyes like spice when I lock and project,
Tongue been a blade, leave a king in a wreck.

Flick wrist, potion in a gold grail,
Talk sweet, still got venom in the toenail.
Step in the room, make the whole floor levitate,
Took his whole soul with a phrase, now he celibate.

Mind got a throttle, I drift through dimensions,
Lips like lilac, still talk with aggression.
Pentagram lace on the thigh, that’s intention,
Sins on my tongue, got ‘em beggin’ repentance.

Two black cats in the coupe, that’s familiar,
Smoke curl slow like a prophecy whisper.
I don't chase, I just summon ‘em quicker,
Put the heat to his mind, now he thinkin’ in cinders.

Got that grip like Bene Gesserit,
Speak with a hiss, make a king turn derelict.
Hands in the silk, but the blade so effortless,
Took his last breath, now he mine, that’s inheritance.

Turn one word to a life or a death,
Turn one touch to a hex on his chest.
Turn one look to a chain on his neck,
Bobbi Fi$ha, high priestess, no rest.

Body like Ishtar, face like a masterpiece,
Hips like the Nile, got a man in a rhapsody.
Lace been an omen, perfume like a tragedy,
Hunt like Artemis, still leave ‘em mad at me.

Bags on his eyes, he ain't slept in a week,
Got ‘em fiendin’ off the voice, got ‘em weak when I speak.
Silk stay smooth but the blade still crease,
Let ‘em bow real low ‘fore I knock out his teeth.

Moonlight drip through the stones of the altar,
Smoke from my lips like a dream in the water.
Third eye open, I see through impostors,
Step in the void, make the air feel softer.

All black nails when I write my decree,
If he ain’t six figures, then he ain't for me.
Whisper in his ear, turn a king to a beast,
Make him pray on his knees, make him pay for release.

Bite like a basilisk, spit like a prophet,
Turn every rival to dust in the process.
Move like a wraith through the blocks and the projects,
Still keep the spells in the silk-lined pockets.

Turn one word to a life or a death,
Turn one touch to a hex on his chest.
Turn one look to a chain on his neck,
Bobbi Fi$ha, high priestess, no rest.

Silk stay laced with the venom I breathe,
Step in my circle, get lost in the weave.
Sands shift slow, but the power don’t leave,
Bobbi Fi$ha wrote the scripture, now they bow when I speak.

Shadows stretch long when the moonlight hit,
Names in the smoke, watch the prophecy writ.
Took his whole fate with the curve of my lips,
Left a throne with no crown, just the echo of this.

Bene Gesserit

Language – Bobbi Fi$ha 🗣️💀🔊

Words hold power, and "Language" is a weapon. This track is a lyrical maze, weaving between meaning and manipulation, where every bar hits like a hidden code waiting to be deciphered. Bobbi Fi$ha spits with surgical precision, bending sound, flow, and intent like a master of sonic alchemy.

With hypnotic beats and a cadence that shifts like dialects across time, this song is about the influence of words, the way they shape reality, and the power behind every syllable. Whether it's game, prophecy, or straight-up war talk, "Language" is a frequency shift, a message from another dimension—one only the truly tapped-in can understand.

Can you speak it? Or are you just listening? 🌀🔮🎙️

#Language #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #LyricalAlchemy #HypnoticFlow #SonicMagic #UndergroundRap #PhantomDrip #MindBendingBeats #WordplayMastery









Language

Self in the Void – Bobbi Fi$ha 🌌🌀💀

Drifting through the abyss, searching for meaning in the emptiness—"Self in the Void" is a journey into the unknown, where identity dissolves and only raw energy remains. Bobbi Fi$ha delivers haunting, introspective bars over eerie, bass-heavy production, capturing the feeling of being lost in space, floating between dimensions, and questioning what’s real.

The beat pulses like a signal from the void, while the lyrics paint a picture of existence unraveling, the self breaking apart, and the echoes of consciousness trying to find form again. This is music for the ones who stare into the abyss and refuse to look away.

If you lose yourself in the void, will you find something greater? Or will you fade into nothing? 🌑🔮

#SelfInTheVoid #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #AbyssBeats #PhantomDrip #ShadowRap #PsychedelicTrap #UndergroundHeat #LostInSpace #BassHeavy

Self In The Void

Architect’s Hand – Bobbi Fi$ha 🏗️💀📐

Every empire, every illusion, every master plan starts with a single hand sketching the blueprint. "Architect’s Hand" is a dark trap sermon on power, precision, and control, where Bobbi Fi$ha moves like a grand designer of sound and fate. With shadowy beats and hypnotic flows, this track builds a world where every move is calculated, every structure is intentional, and every bar lays the foundation for something greater.
Step into the design, but remember—only the architects know the real plans. 📜🔮✨
LYRICS *****
I breathe in the dust of the ages, lungs laced with latent inscriptions,
Cipher in veins, I decode the cadence, break the constraints of existence.
Under the pillars, the echoes are spillin’, hummin’ in frequencies hidden,
Every incision a symbol, the deeper we dig, the more we be shiftin’.

Ain’t no relics, these revelations, laid in the sand to evolve us,
Coded within the arrangement, angles align with the orbits above us.
Every slab is a pulse in the marrow, pushin’ the mind through the threshold,
Measure the weight of the wisdom, see how it bends the perception we held close.

They was schemin’ on somethin’ beyond us, left us the keys in the sequence,
Sacred alignments in patterns precise as the limits of reason.
I was primal, now I spiral through chambers inside of the ether,
Every equation collapsin’ the chains, every phrase is a beacon.
Vision is laced with vermilion, eyes in the mist stay vermiform,
Sleep in the glow of the prisms, whisper the hymns in a lesser form.
Bodies align in the vellum, draped in a script that I felt before,
She pulled me into the rhythm, told me she knew where the echoes pour.Self in the grain, shift in the sand,
Mind runnin’ laps through the architect’s hand.Smoke in my lungs, dust in my veins,Turn from a beast to a god in the flame.Self in the grain, shift in the sand,Pulse in the rock, thought twists and expands.
Smoke in my lungs, dust in my veins,Turn from a beast to a god in the flame.I touch the markings, the past is retractin’,Ciphered in gaps in the fractions.Ain’t no tomb, it’s a path through the static,
Every note is a map to the passage.Chisel the omen, coded in math,
Phi in the weight, time in the graph.
Stretch through the prism, breath in collapse,
Lattice of symbols, speakin’ through ash.
Every layer been locked in a current, buried beneath in the depth of the sermon,
Pattern is loopin’, the angles converge and the forces collide with a spark in the wording.

Architect’s Hand

Cheshire Grin – Bobbi Fi$ha 😼🔥

A sinister smile, a hypnotic flow—"Cheshire Grin" is all about dominance, allure, and unstoppable energy. Bobbi Fi$ha slithers through the beat with razor-sharp bars, stacking syllables like a house of cards ready to collapse on the weak. Drip untouchable. Confidence undeniable. Play it once? Nah, run it up.

🎧 Step into the madness. Smirk with the queen.

#BobbiFisha #CheshireGrin #DarkTrap #RapGoddess #UntouchableDrip

Chesire Grin

🔥💋Speak in Tongues Bish // Bobbi Fi$ha
Speak in Tongues Bish is a fiery anthem of power, attitude, and unapologetic confidence. Bobbi Fi$ha spits bars with a supernatural flow, each verse feeling like a spell cast into the air. The track takes you on a wild ride of fierce, rapid-fire lyrics that break down barriers and leave no room for doubt—Bobbi is here to speak her truth, no filters, no apologies.

With a beat that hits hard and a delivery that’s both seductive and commanding, this song is for the bold, the ones who speak their mind and never hesitate to claim their space. Speak in Tongues Bish is the language of self-mastery, dominance, and the art of speaking your own reality into existence.

⚡Themes: confidence, power, self-expression, dominance, no apologies, unapologetic attitude, truth-telling

Speak In Tongues Bish

Bobbi Fi$ha – "Laughin’ Devils" 🔥😈🎭

The Left-Hand Path been paved in gold—power drips from every bar. "Laughin’ Devils" is a high-octane, cerebral dark trap anthem, where Bobbi Fi$ha spits with ruthless precision, flipping Gnostic truths and Satanic wisdom into a street-hardened, seductive flow. Heavy-hitting rhyme schemes, cryptic entendres, and hypnotic cadences slice through the beat like a demon’s grin in the dark.

This ain't for the weak—this is for the ones who laugh in the face of false gods. 🔥🔻

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Laughin' Devils

Bobbi Fi$ha – "Blood of the Moon" 🌙🔻🔥

Bathed in lunar wrath, "Blood of the Moon" is a ritual of rebellion—seductive, cerebral, and drenched in power. Bobbi Fi$ha spits razor-sharp bars over hypnotic dark trap, weaving esoteric knowledge, Left-Hand Path wisdom, and street venom into an untouchable flow. This ain't just a song—it’s a blood pact with the night. Step into the abyss. 🌑✨

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Blood Of The Moon

Disclaimer - A real demon 

Bobbi Fi$ha – The Etheric Seductress of Dark Trap 🔥👑🌌

Drifting between dimensions, Bobbi Fi$ha is more than a rapper—she’s an invocation. A seductress of sound, a mistress of mystique, she bends bars like light around a black hole. Her music is cryptic yet commanding, precise yet otherworldly, a celestial fusion of dark trap, ethereal seduction, and razor-sharp lyricism.

Devout to the game, Bobbi moves through space and psyche, embedding messages like inceptions, invoking the power of goddesses and rebels alike. Each verse is a ritual, each track a portal—step in and let the frequencies possess you.

🚀 No rules. No limits. Just prophecy in motion. 🔮✨ #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #EtherealSeduction #LyricalGoddess #Spacebound #GameDevout

Step into the void. The signal is live. 🎛️⚡👁️ #RowdySects #BobbiFi$ha #DarkElectronic #PsychedelicNoise #PostElectronic #GlitchTrap #OtherworldlySound

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