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the girly (rapper) - issues & magazines كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
yo, f_ck the making up
b_tch, 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 b_tch a meme
b_tch, watch your mouth, ‘cause my respect, i’ll k!ll ‘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 f_cking bioluminescent
the f_ck i look like spearing b_tches when they name ain’t britney?
i made him get down on his chinesе & come eat the kitty
don’t think it’s sweet just bеcause i sing a bit, b_tches
yo name lebron, so, i hit you with the heat, n_gga
the only b_tch 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 jaded, got me bored, b_tch
this sh_t ain’t working, try hidden valley endors_m_nts
they flock together, washin’ b_tches in they bird bath
that choppa sing a lullaby, b_tch, take your dirt_nap

[verse 2]
okay, okay, okay
tell a bum b_tch “stay the f_ck out my way”
turn to a beast when i’m puttin’ the paws on these b_tches and sh_t, since they wanna get played
my foot on necks, they tryna start another movement
like ‘teen beach’, b_tches 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 wh0re they suck, so actually, f_ck all these hoes, p_rnography
man, i be with n_ggas 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 b_tches didn’t
you hoes ain’t kunt, man, y’all p_ssy, i see h_lla kittens
b_tch, are you dumb? a barren b_tch ain’t conceiving no kids
my b_tches spitters, might as well walk around with some bibs
now every b_tch tryna be girly, princess, pink, & trans
they think they icy ‘til i knock the drink up out they hand
you b_tches rats, & it calls for an inspection
i shut ‘em down, hoes won’t be back 2 business again
[verse 3]
the only b_tch that’s really ‘round here makin’ revenue
the only b_tch these b_tches put up on a pedestal
i showed these rapper b_tches how to be an animal
i showed these b_tches how to get they greens & vegetables
how the f_ck dare you b_tches bite the hand that fed y’all?
but it’s okay, ‘cause i’m the ‘end all, be all’
i’m crackin’ up, that b_tch think she got my tiara, ho
but keep it real, these b_tches ain’t even got tiara flow
i really mean it when i say “i am the best at this”
b_tch, keep it rap before you find what trigger happy is
what hip_hop b_tch you know switch to pop like the diet bad?
i line ‘em up, & i boxer b_tches like draws is plaid
see, y’all can’t f_ck with me
don’t get bread, why they duckin’ me?
#girlybaddestb_tchineverycountry, yuh

- the girly rapper

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