chileeeee let me go lay this verse💅🏼

PEEP THE SUPREME IN YO NAME I SEE YOUU😍

wish I could find the producer this beat is hella old 2 me 

LYRICS:

real bitches up
wait
real niggas what
treat em bad OG like them niggas boutta cut
I AINT tripping bout no nigha that ain’t staying, ain’t no rush. I’m the one usually dipping or treat em like a slut 

Niggas calling who A B?
not a yonce or kimmy 
cuz bitch I gets bitchy & crazy, off Henny
crazy like Nick 
if we shoot
then its REMY 
Cant No broke nigga, I mean ever, offend me


 branded on niggas, like nautica 
So rest u nighas getting POP- NO TROPICA
I said it’s UNA inna Spot . at the tropica 
pretty mob, BITXH we be where the monsters was 


who numba one? they wanna bet it
lip print it’s tatted
name all on his neck
he love my pretty habits 

how I’m so raw
unique, I’m magnetic
how I’m that bitch, tha shit, my shit magic

WAIT WAIT WAIT CHILL ON UNA

VERSE 2

bitch u BETTAA start usin these nighas like he use ya like a pocket puss, we call it telfar, why the fuck u said a pocketbook? Nigga get to blocking when I spaz and give that stop it look
now he, making dinner for me ha when he not a cook

Ya man a thot, fucked the gang, …..and then he flocked
he know where home at, he seen at G Spot
If he rock, he slop, now HIS knees locked
And bitches love prettymob , get what we cop

but listen
 difference is, bitch ya nigga bought this shit he spent.
50 bands, black car, bouquet he sent
blow me up , up inna text anotha 50 he sent/cent
Wordplay not making sense? NOT ADDING UP, THEM CENTS?

fuck with his mental, have em smoking the black. front 2 the back, he faced, niggas Smoking TOBAC. real bitches up, true 2 Dis, Like True Dat. Una Dis. Una That, Una Puss, She Kat.

OUTRO:
CUT THROAT HO, IM LETHAL BITCH
LIKE MY PEN ON 10 to the people BITCH
I’m the Truth HO, 

PREACHING bitch!  And if I’m on, u front row at the regal bitch

…..
UNA IN THIS MUTHAFUCKA
rap bitches on my dick Trynna brand another
plant the seeds, they don’t grow, leave em inna rubber
told my kids sink or swim  and they sunk together

not direct, IM DIRECT bitch I want whoever 

walk around like I’m Cinderella 
AINT no sis, ain’t no motha and that’s even better
fuck the beat, hear my words. IN ACAPELLA,

Una Lifestyle (TRINA SAMPLE)

Lyrics:

call up my mack’s 
like they bernie

she dead, 
she on a gurney

just bought me 
a coperni 

you bitches don’t 
deserve me

fly bitch, hopped
up out the nest 
and got it early

“i don’t need no army
mr. smart ass” like 
ms. pearly

i’m so girly,
bitch im p, on my q’s, curly

my body is my temple,
he wanna sip like it’s
shirley

p.s. i’m not
fucking with 
you bitches, sincerely 

you bitches do the most 
to get the least unnecessarily 


bitches wanna beef,
had to bring the porsche in

bitches can’t at least eat
a little, bitch fuck that portion 


they want, more bitch

im the high, score bitch

in hella ways, you poor bitch

always tryna, force shit


extortion, getting all
these blues like im corbin

that bitch wanna ki-ki
til' all of my bitches jump in

stepping, bitch we stomping

really how we coming

show you what’s tea,
get my scones, get my crumpets 


she dissed and she missed,
put it together, you know what it is

bitches always mad and i 
really don’t know what it is

maybe cause 
she suck in this 

maybe it’s bad 
luck in this

made an impact 
once upon a time,
she do not buzz in this


original mogul,
bitch im so pop cultural

bitch im universal,
diversal, commercial 

how you raising bitches
and you old ass is not fertal

bitches never physical,
bitches always verbal


i do what you cizz-ain’t,
on the top like tizzank

bitch im on the run,
bitch i gotta chase the
bizzank

walk in, nose up,
you the shit cause 
you stizzank

throws stones, hides hands,
stop acting like what you
izzain’t


bitch it’s all up in me

i’m busy, bitch i get busy

i’m always the catch like frisbees

i go stupid like im ditzy 

they hate me because i’m
undisputed & i’m also pretty

these bitches ain’t fucking 
with me, im really just feeling
pity like..


looks.. body.. money.. talent..

told you i’m the new bitch 
that’s gonna hold her balance!

Balance

Shortcake/Mayday Freestyle

Musè-Tell’em

(Prod. YMP Cash)

Lyrics:

it’s the princess,
daughter you not 
fucking with me, 
incest 

got no point 
like index

they bugging
me like insects

i know i’m pushing
your buttons, that’s
why you been pressed

bitch you holding
no weight, you on
the bench pressed


you a clown hoe,
you get a pie
to the face

when they told you 
“ you the best “ 

bitch they lied 
to your face

i’m the ace, that’s
that spade, that’s 
that kate 

as for you, that’s
that short, that’s 
your cake


i told them bow,
before these niggas
go bow 

i stay the talk
of the town

they be like how,
because they look
at my shoes & that is
like a measly thou'

under a week, they 
know i can hit a thou'

don’t have to pay 
for no crowd

bitch once again,
go clean my crown

nother man down,
they know it shut 
this shit down 


it’s the prince pulling 
up with the princess

say my name in vain 
and you will pay,
god is my witness 

all you peasants 
dismissed, wrist looking 
like it’s christmas 

i am the influenza in this ho
known to be the sickiest

you niggas be acting 
but i cannot fake it

just gimme the loot
nigga or ima take it

y’all know who the prince 
is i don’t gotta say it

drop me a new verse 
& you know they gone play it

walk up in the flock, 
you know ima shake it 

reach in my pants, 
i just might spray it

i ain’t in y’all lane 
so i’ma just say it

i got the crown now 
& y’all gotta face it

but listen man i’m 
true to this shit

all you niggas is some rookies 
man y’all new to this shit

copped the sky box tickets
 & i flew in this bitch

never bite the hand 
that feed you but 
y’all chewing my shit

& chewing my dick 

i’m finna start suing and shit

i’m like some well done steak
 you can’t chew through me bitch

y’all know that i am the one
 that’s why y’all 2ing n shit 

it’s the princess & the prince 
but y’all knew that lil bitch


like you the peasant,
dont make me tell
the macs get the 11 

if it’s up like 7, then 
it’s going down, 47 

pussy bomb
(armageddon)

and that money..
(ima get it)

all that princess, 
girly, barbie, etcetera,
my aesthetic


they hear you songs, 
shake and go 

bitch your wigs, 
shake and go 

you can’t rap, 
bitch you’re fat, 
just order your 
shake and go 

if you ugly, 
i won’t post

tell a bitch step
up her gross  

cause if you got 
the least, then i don’t 
wanna hear you 
do the most hoe 


bitch im the barbie
 & that is dmoney 

egg on your face, 
side up sunny, & runny 

laugh to the bank, 
cause you bumb 
bitches funny 

still couldn’t have
a chance if your
name was sonny

bitch i go nuts like 
the cheerios honey

my niggas keep 
that shit tucked 
by they tummy 

basketball wives, 
ima keep me a duffy 

so why would i argue 
with a bubble guppy? 


like fuck did you think

bitch im the reason you 
banging that pink 

hop out the brinx

it ain’t no way that 
you thinking you better, 
i’m really in this bitch
rolling like rinks

& what my bitch say?.. 

you bitches look up to me, 
you say you look up to her, 
but really you look up to me

Princess (feat. D$)

Mattel - The Barbie (Prod.Storn1n)

CHEX UP/KATE MOSS

Ima drop the lyrics below get innnn..


COMPETITION VERSE🃏

Mannn you know these bitches got something to prove 

Something to loose 

trynna be miss Stella 
When did you get some groove 


This ain’t  checkers 
This the chess 

bitch u still got no moves 

Ima Hop in the booth

Now she speaking her truth 

Claiming that somebody old 
But you loosing ya youth 

I’m the goop
And you the troop 
Shoot the 3 in the hoop 

shoot thru the roof 

Bitch u see that I got 
proof!

You a bird brain bitch 
Go get back in the coop 

🌶️🌶️

Eating chips wit that spicy 
Con Que Lo Queso 

Nigga say he getting money 
Yes I love them pesos 

G fazos 
How u walk around wit fake g fazos 


U ain’t walking round wit no jessepies u a fake hoe 


And I ain’t worried bout no fat bitch 
Trynna copy me 

These bitches talking bout cheese 
But neva eating greens 

Bitch i been the king of hearts 
Hoe u still ain’t queen 

We see you got that tranny pussy 
sum in between 

Competition 



DOWN VERSE😗


Ppppp playaa back

Got these bitches trynna diss whit they silly  rap 

Ever bar you hoes eat 
You get a bigger back 

What’s T now u mad eat a Biggy bag 

Fat nigga trynna tuck like hella naw 

Bitch i put her in the yard 
Big red dog 

Way I ride up on the beat 
Say I can’t fall 

Need 911 lemme make a call 


WAIT 

NIGGA YOU GAY! 


You talking bout dick wit no play 

Fucking wit me you’ll get plays plays 


Mug is so fishy 
I still been that Nigga!
You bitches is mad!
Still trynna get thicka!
But you getting thicka! 
You back getting bigger!

And everybody know you 
Mad without snciaks 

I prounce on the beat 
Like a tigger 

Hop on the beat
Like I’m kidding 

Like who the 
Fuck is kidding 

ALL OF YOU BITCHES 
SOME KITTENs

Home run I don’t 
Even need a mitten 

BITCH 

Bad to the bone 
Skeleton damage 

Fat bitch 
Don’t nobody wanna manage 

Big bitch 
Give that fat hoe a sandwich 

How u wearing makeup 
And u a man bitch

PLAYAA J-“COMPETITION / SHUT DOWN”

OUCH (Ft. Tre Milano & Una)

Kaprizzy , Ken - LightWeight

Watching Me (Moodboard Scrap)

~Imagine beefing wit a bitch that ain’t got nun~➿

I Got Bitches Making Albums About Me…Can You Say The Same🔝-FATHER J

PLAYAA J-“COMPETITION / SHUT DOWN”

PLAYAA J

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