Whatever

BackUP\Who’s You?

lyrics

(verse I)
now i’m left with your words stabbed in my heart 
everything you said got me questioning 
I don’t want to but i’m starting to resent you
the hurt you caused irreversible 
always told you that we weren’t enemies 
looking for your intimacy 
wanted you to seep into me 
your personal diary i’m dire need 
wanted you to open up set the stage for your venting needs 

(hook)
it’s get getting overwhelming 
weighing on my helmet 
I could die right now and you would have to live with it 
the words you said circling racing in my head 
and somehow i’m weak for not meeting you where you at

(verse II)
fighting fire with fire 
situations that dire 
wishing death on my life but i’m the one keeping you tied?
i’m the one stopping your growth?
i’m the one taking your hope?
first to let go when you wrong but somehow i’m carrying pride?
I wear my heart on my sleeve yours in a bucket of ice sealed in a vault that I cannot reach but i’m truly enticed 
wanted a version of you someone else probably gon get 
put myself through some pain hoping you gain you some sense 

(hook version II)
now i’m left with your words stabbed in my heart 
eating at my brain tearing me apart 
it’s getting overwhelming 
weighing on my helmet 
I could die right now and you would have to live with it 

(bridge)
weighing all on your conscious 
mad you said all that nonsense 
my heart skipping some beats it used to go on a constant 
mad that I put myself through it 
mad that I stayed so stupid 
trying not to eat at myself 
trying not to think so intrusive 

(outro)
to say that i’m disrespectful when the things I said will never amount to the hurt you caused and I still forgave 
I forgave cause I really loved you 
I forgave you cause I was deceived that I could really trust you 
you played in my face so many times it’s a swing and a see-saw planted that I got to dismantle 
I ain’t gon lie you had a hold on to me 
but i’m beyond say (beyoncé)
I don’t want to hear sorry no more 
I don’t want to rekindle it’s fine 
I hope that you could get better with time

Your Words Stabbed In My Heart

ALL MY OPPS DEAD

Lyrics:

So I took a little break,
but I’m back to me 

Came back and these 
hoes still whack to me

She tryna diss who?
Cause it ain’t to me

It sound like a whole bunch
of self whack to me

I’ma do the shoot for
 the Elle magazine 

Then I go and shoot a 
bitch with the magazine 

Bitches ain’t Pretty Gang
They ain’t bad as me

Go viral & bot it up
You ain’t passing me


I just poured some pink shit 
in my cup and it look like Pepto 

They tryna rap and they suck 
so I’m tryna understand why 
these hoes get pepped though? 

They always stealing from me 
and I keep a receipt

All these rap bitches klepto’s

Soft hoes think it’s sweet Marshmallow,
'til they ass get shot like Jello

Come out your mouth,
I’ma go in your mouth

Sleeping on you while 
I’m in the Dreamhouse

Scary ass bitches be 
copping them pleas

How are you cool with hoes
leaking your house?

You see boo? I got tea boo
While you order them wigs off temu

Come back, bow down 
Let’s redo

I know shit you don’t 
wanna tell the people

I am the epilogue 

I inspire these bitches 
whole catalogue 

All these hoes gotta die
ain’t no dialogue

Bitches making tea pages
and writing blogs (awwww)


Bars late and your flow weak
Bitches yelling loud with a low beat

I get mad bags like I don’t sleep
while they pockets little like Bo Peep

See I’m everything 
I got everything

They steal everything
How embarrassing 

I’m on everything like hot sauce
while these black bitches late
to everything 

Oh she dissing me? 
I don’t know her 

I don’t think her name 
gone ever ring

His last name probably got
a ring to it when I make him 
cop me that heavy ring


They wanna know what 
the Barbie be wearing

Tell 'em it’s straight out the archive

These bitches can’t fuck
with my archive 

So they stealing shit 
out of my archive 

I don’t think that your 
career working out 

Maybe you should 
get a part time 

Keep copying me and 
keep fucking with me 

and I’ma give your
ass a hard time

6ix Times 2Day (Remix)

Vain 1993
Taé Monroe feat. Kajo Muah- [single]
℗ 2025 PBN Records / Taé Monroe

Vain1993 (feat. Taé Monroe) ☆

Prod. iceboy

Lyrics:

Yo, fuck the making up
Bitch, this ain't Maybelline
It's time to throw some shots, issues & magazines
I like my diamonds yellow, think my jewels Phillipine
I could say one line, and make a bitch a meme
Bitch, watch your mouth, 'cause my respect, I'll kill 'bout
They making alter egos off of my appeal now
It's time for plan Columbine, I'm sick of teaching lessons
They know my wrist is a fucking bioluminescent
The fuck I look like spearing bitches when they name ain't Britney?
I made him get down on his Chinese & come eat the Kitty
Don't think it's sweet just because I sing a bit, bitches
Yo name Lebron, so, I hit you with the heat, nigga
The only bitch to come and switch it like it's magic
These hoes runs' ain't gone be for long, 'cause they asthmatic
I'm overseas if you wonder where I be's, honey
Walk in the club, & I'm throwin' up my rap money
And all ya music got me Jade(d), got me bored, bitch
This shit ain't working, try Hidden Valley endorsements
They flock together, washin' bitches in they bird bath
That choppa sing a lullaby, bitch, take your dirt-nap

Okay, okay, okay
Tell a bum bitch "Stay the fuck out my way"
Turn to a beast when I'm puttin' the paws on these bitches and shit, since they wanna get played
My foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
Like 'Teen Beach', these bitches Cruisin' for a Bruisin'
They try to fit my style, they get Breonna tailored
Oh, don't worry, I'm the rap game's savior
Wrist game in another galaxy
Back shots on the top of the balcony
Like a whore they suck, so actually, fuck all these hoes, pornography
Man, I be with niggas that shoot cribs with the mamas in 'em
You know the choppa go "Brrrak!", like Obama did it
Sat on my throne? Oh, I know you bitches didn't
You hoes ain't kunt, man, y'all pussy, I see hella kittens
Bitch, are you dumb? A barren bitch ain't conceiving no kids
My bitches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
Now every bitch tryna be Girly, Princess, pink, & trans
They think they icy 'til I knock the drink up out they hand
You bitches rats, & it calls for an inspection
I shut 'em down, hoes won't be Back 2 Business again

The only bitch that's really 'round here makin' revenue
The only bitch these bitches put up on a pedestal
I showed these rapper bitches how to be an animal
I showed these bitches how to get they greens & vegetables
How the fuck dare you bitches bite the hand that fed y'all?
But it's okay, 'cause I'm the 'End all, be all'
I'm crackin' up, that bitch think she got my tiara, ho
But keep it real, these bitches ain't even got tiara flow
I really mean it when I say "I am the best at this"
Bitch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
What hip-hop bitch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
I line 'em up, & I box her bitches like draws is plaid
See, y'all can't fuck with me
Don't get bread, why they duckin' me?
#GIRLYBADDESTBITCHINEVERYCOUNTRY, yuh

BackUP\Who’s You?

Weezy

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