the subtle beef of these two fts between @headdoll 
@user-159851519

MUSÈ- THE17’ (slug remix)

for fun | 

s l u double g a
on a instrumental 
run it like a relay 
they be saying they the best 
oh? really?
can they spit swag, like i do easily?

your green light, like that song off BDAY
fake bags, them Chanel’s off eBay 
this just-in like ludacris, baby
my drive crazy, like collisions on the freeway

not likely, for you to be like me
cannot get the buzz that i get, 
bee like me
my wordplay viscous like i be 
cheating in scrabble
bitch you ain’t Solange
AINT no seat at my table

write a mean 16, a high school bully
spit the principal, like head mistresses 
you know what it is
bitches say they shittin, must be constipation
they mad that im poppin like bottles, celebration

listen bitch 
now watch how this wrist glisten bitch 
I’m the shine of this shit, you seen how I’ve risen bitch
all my shit hot like stoves in your kitchen bitch
bitches steal my lines like they been sniffing shit

me and you are not the same 
me and you is different bitch
ugh, im so vogue 
and you’re more like fangoria
stop lying Madagascar, you’re gloria
it’s no way I got her this maddy like she in euphoria 


[you cant be like me]


AYO check this 
crash dummy 
watch me wreck this 
watch me be victorious, like where beck is
big ass head, im tryna find where her neck is 
my net worth and yours crashin, like that tech shit

I get my way, and you fit your way
my only problem is 
what ysl i fit today
that’s kelly on my bag 
bubble gum pink jag
I stay flipping through this paper 
like a U.S weekly mag

with a swag you would kill for
get like uma thurman, and get a bill whore
like a refill, damn these bitches still poor
you my child you my baby, you a stillborn

im the blueprint 
contractors get to building 
damn I must be numb 
all these bitches I ain’t feeling 
bitches want some play but
but they ain’t in the field and 
once I go bananas there ain’t no FUCKING peeling 

everytime they spit
man that shit is a bore
got me asking myself 
what you doing this for 
I ball more than the buzzer beater making the score
every room that I enter they holding the door 

man fuck you niggas, like them prostitutions
miu miu tote just to put the shoes in 
still in the bubble pink Porsche just cruisin 
errrr, game over you’re just losing!

KANT (PROD. Jeighkob)

Riddle me this? ftMUSÉ

Nardo Wick - Demon Mode & Fan Hoes (Remix)

Lyrics:

(Diva Mode)

automatically, they mad at me

im balling they ain’t catching me

these bitches got me itching, 
think they better get to scratching me

scratch off, lotto bitch
im bigger than latto bitch

wonder how many bitches mad at me?
i say lotta bitches

& i got lotta riches

that’s like 1k on margiela, 
spent like 1k on margiela

beretta inside of beretta 

don’t nobody do it better

got mccartney, i got stella 

make more blue than green & yellow

that mean i get more cake than ana (mae)
bitches say “may” like they ella (mai)

you get shot on the clock lil bitch, 
& you got 24 seconds for your career end

& you wonder why they like me 
cause i don’t follow trends.


(Fan Bitches)


all this ice cream on my wrist,
im wondering where the dibs at?

top spot, dibs that
top spot did that, dig that

said she was the best 
she done fibbed that

click clack, everything i rap 
bitch i live that

heard im bubbling,
heard im starting to fizz that

heard im on they ass,
but i ain’t never fist that

keep telling you broke bitches
to fix that

if you was my bitch,
i would’ve broke you off like kit kat 


it’s the don blonde, 
margiela, marc jacobs on

bitches ducking like them ponds,
bitches shopping at that pawn

bitch i get that bread,
but ain’t no carbs going in my tum

fire out my tongue,
yes im spitting fire out my tongue..

catch it!

body like jennifer,
& im getting checks bitch

im so blessed bitch,
why would i worry bout the next bitch?

all up on they clavical bone,
im on they necks bitch

knowing im the flyest,
tell my kids don’t leave the nest bitch


excuse me, i lost it bitch
wait, i win the game & you lost it bitch

put a dot on your face,
cindy crawford bitch

everytime i mix it up, 
she get softer bitch!

Diva Mode/Fan Bitches

Uppa Echelon


(mmcht, do it!)



watch this, like rolex

im in my zone, you can’t flex

if you coming bitch, come correct

rap murderer, the machete vet



got a sick throat, im coughin up

these ILL lyrics, that’s STILL in this 

notes app that just KILL bitches 

gon head and pick yo coffin up!



back at it, again 

I got racks, you stacking up tens

only tens I know is my friends 

Christian Loubs hang out of my benz



yeah, these bitches wanna talk shit?

like im the one play wit?

they been sneak dissin for months 

won’t hop in my dm to say shit!



bitches chicken, popeyes dinnerin’

im colder than a bitch winter fit

cant fit the crown, it’s a winner fit

these hoes trash and im loitering 



meanwhile, I just be in chanel

balling and ain’t shit on sale

call my tech to do my nails

he want that neck like ox-tail 



braggadocio a hundred 

fellatio, spittin, stuntin

(bitch on her doorbell, she frontin)

my pockets on swell, yours nothing 



im just that pretty bitch 

yous a bop like a diddy bitch

hold up wrist drippin bitch

suitcase, you trippin sis



fuck you and your clique ho!

slug ain’t never dick rode!

bars ain’t never stick hoe!

your connection real low!



play with fire, you get burned bitch, first degree!

i been schoolin, like a teacher, tell me what you learned from me?

why would i ask for feedback?

I don’t really need that 

especially from these bitches spittin bars and they weed wack



bitch, im your mommy like im wrapped up

TALKIN all that shit, you keyboarded, bitch you capped up

spittin like the best of them, the rest of them ain’t got no juice 

yes you heard, we pulled up on the curb, hopped out them coupes 

fishy like salmon, hot like ramen 

you know all them soups 

niggas got switches, with bad bitches 

like dog walking groups 



and they be yelling AHA on the track like me?

don’t make bahjha blast your ass like Taco B

im so blunt, got niggas thinking that im packing green 

it’s the luck of the Irish, im never lacking  green 



see, ive given bitches shots, but they lack vaccine

so they resorted to stick me for flows, like heroine feens

they even Jack me for my lyrics like Harlow 

nardo, im the wicked witch, the way I broom and I dust hoes 



the way i spit, need the pacifier, need to baby-sit

these bitches more soft than a newborn baby get 

It could get real strange, I’ll get my on my sadie shit

it get meaner than regina and you on yo cady shit



I passed them, they still want me to fail 

(oh)

they lack bars, AINT no using they cell

(oh)

schoolin bitches, like attending yale 

(oh)

i got mad money, like it’s tends to yell 



b—!



FEEDBACKFREESTYLE (feat. Kitomi)

STUPID ft. The Girly (SlugMix)

DOLLY X UNA ✨

Lyrics- 

It’s the 
D-O- Double L Y 
Bitches is jocking me 
I ain’t talking bout the beer
But i keep that 40 on side of me
All these bottom rap bitches
Ion see a bitch topping me 
He said he wanna spend time
Now its pateks he copping me
I’m the - 
Uh 
Bitch I’m the best ya heard 
I’m in that two seater pink jag
When i burst the curb
I pull up on these niggas begging 
W/ my hand out 
And if i ain’t fucking on
Yo trade what you mad bout? 
-
Listen,
I’m witcha nigga and we in this bitch
Zooted
You blowing up his phone while he playing
All my music 
They biting off my style
But yet to a bitch chew it.
They claiming that they girly 
Now you bitches gotta prove it
-
I’m so pochie pochie 
Man these niggas love kaoir 
Where my Gucci Gucci 
Ion wanna meet ya mama 
Ima hoochie hoochie 
Only thing i want from you is just
Fuck me screw me
Look
Dolly in this bitch nigga 
Feminine ways 
Ain’t got no honey no viagra
I go hard for days 
I’m a beauty i get money 
Means I’m pretty and paid 
Cartiers on the mug 
Keep a sickening shade 
DOLLY 💋

Una:
THROW DET 
cash back, no cap
high I’m off the za, I’m feeling gremlin on my Kodak.
how yo ass a rapper when yo ass don’t even know rap?
I see u on my dik, and ho u see it and u KNO det

fucking w/ minkz , yeah I blink those 
and yeah this fur on my back, ask them bitches how I shrink those
that’s mink 2… I mean think ho, cuz if u get it then u get it, pretty bitches keep mink clothes
and on my feet, that’s bankroll, but underneath the real prize, pretty bitches keep white toes 
my lil ass, no Lypo, ya thinspo every nigha fanned out like a hype ho
that’s right so, ain’t no typo
when I say it, bitch I mean it
hear my words, bitch die slow.

Fem Rap (FT. UNA)

[lyrics]

(IVEN VERSE ENDS)

yo, moneybagg, money bag, lotta money bags
y’know ya girl gone reside where the money at
you in ya hobo bag witcha bummy ass
ya girls on yall will smith with the funny act

my shit smackin, chris rock bitch
that’s a princess diamond cut on this rock bitch waddup
hannah baker, yknow ya girl gone cut up
ya run done don’t get me started mothafucka

*your times up, bitch :(*

surpassed you bitches and it’s only been a year ho 
no competition you never gonna win ho 
i’m innat wham bam lamb chop alotta bread like gyro, laughing, money flying out the window

getcha chips getcha getcha chips up
step ya pussy up step ya step ya clit up
bitch i’m richer bitch i’m bitch i’m richer 
bitch i’m fisher bitch imo bitch i’m fisher 

in the strip club i throw it up like i’m queasy
bitches startin’ rumors but they do not got the receipts. you gon’ need ya right hand and lotion to beat me and even then you couldn’t beat me


i do not give me a fuck about no allegations
bitches either hate me or they on they gay shit
he throwin’ money so i throw it back like the matrix
need a haircut the way ya looks startin to fade bitch

get in the field, get it in bitch and get it then
chanel bags, credit cards, lotta dividends 
karl largefeld coupe window 5%
ya bitch get it crackin (crr) ligament 

that bitch get it crackin’ like the 80s
don’t fuck with bitches they biting they carry rabies
i’m mother round these parts i gotta lotta babies
now let me do my curtsy i’m a lady, DOLLY.

Chips

[KITOMI- SLUG’21 RMX]

Yo 
Bitches couldnt do this shit forreal, fly on any beat like saucer
Want in on the bag
Stop the play and raise the offer
She went against the Don so I offed ha 
Talkin big shit, ask the bitch, what ha loyalty done costed ha

Forreal, I’m that girl, get money, make it look EEEZAY
I’m charging for a feature, done giving you bitches free play
That fatha title, bitches use it loosely
Told y’all ain’t a bitch better than Tre on Birthday Bash with Musé

These stupid bitches still up in they feelings
I’m somewhere wit my bitches smoking za, we getting higher than the ceiling
Aint a feature yall done heard that I ain’t killing
These bitches pinching pennies
Like I’m Peezy, you know the Don up a million

Bitch please, I’m the cover girl
No not them other girls
I got issues but you couldn’t book a cover girl
You don’t write, that’s just a cover girl
Thinking that you different, nah bitch, cause Tre Da Don is from another world

Icy girl, icy watch
You know the diamonds dancing, but it don’t TICK TOCK (Tik Tok)
You better stay on Ps and Qs, or get got
You best watch the crown, and watch the top spot
I’m coming for it
My bitches gunning for it
My niggas gone support it
Stop talking brands you couldn’t get in, or you couldn’t afford it
You new girls really getting boring
Heard ya new shit, groupchat ki’d, damn bitch we really snoring

Kurt Geiger on the bag, when I come thru
Y’all buying fake shit, like babies up out the test tube
Check my resume, been real boo
My come up so authentic, now they tryna find sum shit that they can steal too
Don but my middle name Deonte
Quick to lay a bitch like a wig, I’m so arrogant, Dionte
The Don Renaissance, no Beyoncé 
Posted On My Block, Rubi (Ruby) Rose pose, top straight from MONSE

You cannot name a bitch inside the game I didnt murdaaaaa
Better watch ya nigga, Tre Da Don a flirter 
Give bitches war like the gurkha 
Game in a headlock, hold it tight, like it’s in a girdle 

Been spitting since a youngin, I just had to put the gas in
Toss you like a bitch don’t want ha baby in the trash can
Mommy you just in the wrong bracket
Bend ova and jiggle it, this ass inside his face he wanna smack it

Cause she’s a bad ass bitch, like wassup nigga
Kitomi told y’all, it’s going down, WASSUP NIGGA
Only care bout my bills, like a duck nigga
Shit get sticky like a bitch with a tuck nigga (WHAT THE FUCK)

Looking for my super suit, like I’m Mr Frozone
Yo nigga only like u bitches when you ain’t got clothes on
Lamar, all these bars, bitch I owe dem
Cash out quick, and I ball on a bitch like a scrotum 

Really the illest, these niggas wan cop a feel
Got my hands gripping his balls like a doctor, ain’t no Phil
Feet kicked up in Beverly Hills
I ain’t gotta say it, cause these rap bitches really know the deal nigga

DON’23

HEY SKATAH’s ⛸️ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I know it’s been a minute, here’s the lyrics though! #fabshit 


Lyrics |

First Verse | Tae Mari |

Yo that’s a hundred bands on the table

Look at how I got my own jamboree 

that’s band like we at the stadium, all star yall know I’m the mvp


And I’m still making my rounds too 

Being me they never got around to 

And I’m still in they head like that Cantu

Steal what I drop in that sound booth


Yo you sane? Nah I’m bolting

So I ball on niggas Troy Bolton 

Got sore throat, you still spitting weak? 

Yo Mic Mic, they ain’t checking me 


Like ahh chill out that’s enough, 

Ahh I gotta stop, I’m to tough 

Got more 16’s then them kids on a school buss 

And that’s tooth decay, they say I chew too much 


Still steal my style like they tryna wear me out

It’s Tae they tryna box up, Chinese carry out 

Me and my girls ridding out, next stop is Miami 

Still laying hoes to rest, go and put on ya jammies 


Hook | 


Second Verse | Hood | 

Hood rat 

Nick name Lewinskii 

But im on some benji shit

A Copy and RAT, yea b thats the  perfect mix 

I’m on his ass like grass, they know i be turfing bitchs 

& Martha gotta get ha tubes tied, I keep birthing bitchs..


We tryna find her mug.. like Nemo 

Where bag you bitchs talk about  , y’all get repoed 

yes I’m a rap bully bitch , call me Debo 

slap 5 bitchs in row, & call it bingo 

see Imma hood bitch 
 
I be bossy time

see if a bitch get slick 

then It’s off’n  time 

& Who Tf gassing these bitchs & weak rhymes 

weak disses 

weak songs 

and them weak lines

See you a hood rat 

Yo on bummy swag 

you Hide ya face & yah fit 

and yah bummy bags 

it’s time to zip em up put in da duffel bags 

my face really serve i guesss that why they really mad

Riddle me this? ftMUSÉ

MAKAVELI

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