got so much paper that it look like a book

so now .. when I smack every b** 🐈‍⬛

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
~

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 J & JADE “ILLUSIONS”

Hollywood

#LIKEDATFREESTYLE

BADASU / INTHEBAK

checks 
spittin like i was a vet
dog ass bitch i treat her ass like a pet
ballin dont need a net
im the one thats gon keep bitches in check
im just the one thats gon make em regret
that they made me a enemy dont do no the frienmy
you my son but you aint no kin to me 
ME and Playaa yea we the winning team

ice on me like froyo
i dont do the fake hoes 
if they think they takin me 
i be like oh hell no

getting tho

all of these bitches gon hit for a play
i mother bitches what diss can't i take
dropping albums but your still gunna tank
im the realest why would i pump fake
cut the grass i dont fuck with snakes.

we dont fuck with you bitches ass hoes with issue
my money getting fatter
and yo stomach pushin ya bladda nigga

HIT PLAY MMIX

Facts (Teaser)

Lyrics:

'Tela hoes need 
them a bitch to pop

Well tell them weak 
hoes im the bitch to pop

They still up on bots,
tryna fix the plot 

Keep it g bitch, I don’t
want shit you got


First hoes came out
tryna sound like me

Like bitch your first 
song said shoutout me

So now they tryna sing
So now they doin feat’s

On my type of beats
just to outdo me


Tell her bum ass to kneel
—Patrick Harris

IRL doll, y’all facetune & paris

Had a whole wave of fags 
tryna be Paris 

They always think you’re me
You not embarrassed? 


Mirror.. Mirror.. which bitch the fairest ?

(You princess, & she can’t be the Heiress) 

I’m at the Trump, but i’m on team Harris 

Pretty soon your career is gonna perish


Man get yo bum ass on 
Man what yo bum ass on 

Like everything you bitches do
confirm that y’all my clones 

They need me here, while they 
trying so hard to get me gone

They want the formula, you 
can hear that shit in they tone 

Well bitch you blown your cover
Tell bitches take some cover

Yea bitch I’m mother and that
get back is a motherfucker

Sign of the cross, tell these
bum bitches it’s the last supper

Like every bitch can catch a 
fade and no I don’t stutter


Me against young men in wigs, I win

Back to Hollywood
Like when you ever been?

Outrap who? 
With what type of pen

I move weight, call me the Prin' Pin


I heard your leak, that 
shit was kinda wack though 

You thought you ate just 
cause you did a fast flow

Bitch I get cheese for 
feats just to mack hoes

Mad hoes

Better in everything, 
we do not match hoes 


Your time is up bitch like
Hickory Dickory 

Don’t got no friends so 
they riding on dickory 

Literally, bitch it’s a mystery 

How to get rid of me 

This shit’ll go down in history 


Got the right plan with
the right wrong bitch  

Rap murder scene with 
the white chalk bitch 

Now you wanna wear all 
them cheap ass wigs 

Hoe what happened to the
box with the white chalk bitch

New Money - 3AM IN ATL (Remix)

why would I really go beef 
with you bitch when yo house

is really the size of my closet.
i am not beefing bitches to get

them some clout bitch you 
think I’m retarded? I got some

tea on you nigga, please 
faggot bitch do not get me 

started, I like to wake that
shit up on a bitch, who wan-

na play like they is fuckin 
retarded, wait back it up,

pink on pink that Big Mac 
truck only time yall say my 

name, is when yall career giving
 UP! music flop, bitch give it up

bitch you FAT, you can’t get up.
steady talking bout me in them

group chats, bitch you know
wassup. like I’m in that fast

shit, Motorsport. lil bitch you
gettin passed bitch, like a 

blunt we puff puff pass bit-
ch, all ya music on ya page

is ass bitch, yeah I see a new 
bitch I gotta murda!wanna act 

up lil bitch I gotta Byrna took 
that hoe career I thrashed it

I burned her, man you cannot be 
me STOP IT Jeanette Turner

when the fuck she 
gon get better man? 
(bitch ion know)

who the fuck is gonna
tell this bitch she got?

(a weak flow)

put that shit up in the trash bitch
(go back to “disco”/discord) 

all you bitches is my sons
(but we been knew this tho)

I’m the top pick, I get why
I’m yo topic, i got you bitc-

hes scrambling & panicking 
yall cant top this.

Barbie tell these hoes,
that we can’t be fucked with.

like yo music & a dick
bitch you fucking SUCK
BITCH!

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