الاهم صل وسلم على حبيبنا محمد 🕯️all of my bars came from paper and pencil🕯️

Whole Lotta Sunrise - Playboy Carti (Remix)
(Prod. perkyjaay)

Lyrics:

diesel on my body, 
im so fast these bitches furious.

how the hell you flopping
& you take this shit so serious?

if i didn’t pave the way,
you would never be here to diss.

she’s not hard to clear,
& i don’t think she know how clear it is.

i think she need a drink,
she got no energy to bang with me. 

ever since i sent the old bitch out,
these hoes cant hang with me.

these bitches got no name to me, 
these bitches stay the same to me.

all i want is bread, 
& these bitches cant get no grain with me.

find your own style,
& maybe your money could get longer.

drop a REAL hit,
maybe you can stay here longer.

faggot say he “fish”,
he the “best” & his nose got longer.

said she the “coldest”,
got my blanky & i start to slumber.

sit back, get a stack, count that, fat ass, bounce that,
everything i do is big like sean,
so im gone bounce back.

all you rapper bitches is my babies, 
but i bounce back 🤰.

still one fourteen pounds, 
one thousand eight twenty four ounce that.

told that bitch to JUMP, 
she won’t even fucking pounce that.

bitches want my cheese so bad,
i call these bitches house rats.

finna pull the mouse trap, 
you bitches not bout that.

went from BURLINGTON, JCPENNY, & back, go brag about THAT.

this that hop up out the lamb 
with the ‘lenciaga lamb skin.

then i walk in Ruth’s Chris, 
order sea bass samon.

give me my flowers bitches,
you know that i am brandin’.

where is the DJ?
where is candance cameron. 

im one of charlies angels,
yea bitch im diaz cameron.

heard you counterfeit, 
bitches shop at ross like they cameron.

don’t get gassed bitch,
don’t get pumped up!

‘fore i tell my bitch, 
to put my pumps up.

if you wanna be up in the front so bad,
i’ll put my trunk up.

poor baby couldn’t afford a feature,
so she remixed & she lucked up!


got niggas singing to me like they giveon

im so christina, how i count a million

bitches cant accept that nobody put me on

i body any beat that you gone get me on

solo no dissing, now we see who really on

in that versace, so we see who really don

i got more pros so we seein who really con

that bitch is nuts so we seein who really corn.


corn on the cob bitch, 
need a new job bitch.

dunking on bitches, 
exterminate her like im bob bitch.

they say they spittin, 
well then i slob bitch.

rapper try hard, 
i just sit back smile & nod bitch

you’re the odd one out, 
& you’re a odd bitch.

i don’t even with the odds bitch.
fuck you, fuck your facade bitch. 

i mean my bank account, 
got hella zeros nigga.

told you im not your enemy, 
im your super hero nigga.

im the flyest bitch,
balenci neck pillow nigga.

if we was strippers,
then these niggas wouldn’t feel her nigga.

this fox, not faux fur chinchilla nigga.

now tell me who the fuck colder.

heard mattel spit venom, 
something like them cobras.
balenciaga hourglass, black leather cobra.

my stylist just put my hair in,
her music im not hearing.

im looking for the mean girls,
im lookin for cady heron.

mirror mirror, tell the truth. 
who these bitches daring? 

no who the fuck these bitches daring.

im the reason bitches 
wearing what they wearing.

& im the reason bitches rapping 
what they rapping.

& all these old bitches
 keep talking bout the past tense.

my figure too nice, my niggas be with that action.

Mother Nature

Final Game feat. The Girly

[Prod. Xani]

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 1]

Yo, when they see me, they salute the princessa
X in the box, ‘cause can’t no bitch check her
Oh, you want my time?
Where yo check, huh?
Told that nigga give me them racks, put it in my Denim Telfar

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber

[Verse 2]

Intrinsically, i’m badder than hoes
I’m rap goals, ya nigga know
Pussy taste like cinnamon roll
Don’t gotta depend on rap friends, or whack trends
Icount my m’s up in this Benz, & stand on biz

[Chorus]

Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)
Get her a ticket sir, ‘cause she’s a fan, sir
If that lil boy throwing money, I can be his dancer
No hands, sir
Got them pissy, just like a pamper
All my niggas move that white
Yo, that Brittany, Amber
(Amber)

DENIM TELFAR

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