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no noise (freestyle) - the girly (rapper) lyrics

[verse]
i lay a rap b*tch down, picnic!
you ain’t a star, give a f*ck ‘bout your wish b*tch
where that money? imma spread it like it’s lipstick
take pics, i’m chose, so bad, i’m so misfit
strut in my stiletto, 30k on my wrist watch
beat her like a kid, then post it on my tiktok
oh boy, these hoes don’t be making no noise
i get to poppin’ b*tches top like a beer
too sick, something in me they can never cure
you know the girly be with k!llers
and all my n*ggas full of vengeance
and they’ll do the crime & the time for the princess
yo, i dice it up like wasabi, or karate
i’m the baddest in the county, wanna find me?
you can catch me where the green be
i walk past, all the n*ggas love to watch like it’s tv
’cause oh boy, these hoes don’t be makin’ no noise
couldn’t even be me as a decoy
broke boy!
i’m on the block with the baddies & the dope boys
flow sick, flint faucet, got me coughing
all this green in my purse, it’s gone make me nauseous
you my baby, failed abortion finna torch it!
i wanna ride, so i horse it!
man i brought that femme, pink sh*t to soundcloud, bow down!
and if not, all them b*tches gettin’ laid down
i l!ck the tip, my hips go dip
i just stunt on a b*tch in this designer stitch
yo, rap b*tch bandit
camp without the forest
rubber bands got stacks
flip it like a pancake
they say my name, girly
insane no pain, no gain
i won, it ain’t a race, b*tch
gettin’ cake everyday, that’s me
more stomach than ass, that’s she
somebody call the service
‘cause d*mn a b*tch preachin’
p*ssy stay fat & brown, i call her cleveland
b*tch you it
you a clown ho out in clayco, be
in your hood too good wherever i go!
man i put that on the bible..
that you always gotta break my bars down like a typo..
’cause oh boy, these hoes
don’t be makin’ no noise
bl**dy red on my bottoms, like it’s hemorrhoids
oh he in love with a barb like the ken toy
i ain’t talkin’ public transit
when he got me bussin’..
legs in the air, buss it open, b*tch it’s nothin’
if size runs in the family, i might put it on his cousin
come through, car vroomin’ bass get to boomin’
you ain’t cute b*tch
it’s your face, that ur tuning
but my face on your cover, so
of course they gone tune in..
radio, articles, i’m
the b*tch that do’s it
you ain’t even one, so why
the f*ck you put your two’s in?
they see & purco winnin’ so
they tryna duplicate the duo
& all i want is the face then my sp*ce like pluto
slap a b*tch in the mug with the gucci belt
paralyzed, cuz your raps, b*tch, i never felt
told hoes i’m the rap b*tch bandit
saved the soundcloud scene with a pink phone
with my pink on
what the f*ck wrong?
if you ain’t talking ‘bout no money get the f*ck on, b*tch

- the girly rapper lyrics

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