lirik lagu the girly (rapper) - issues & magazines
[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
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