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provolone - the girly (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1: the girly]
double c full of cheese, this that provolone
high heels & shoppin’ sprees, that’s what girly on
like they ignored the phone call, better watch they tone
y*you know these hoes can’t stay away, sh*t, i’m better than dope
got stripper b*tches shakin’, me & you ain’t adjacent
on top like ceilings, while these b*tches rappin’ in they bas*m*nt
leave b*tches on the pavement
a legend in the makin’, i’m gon’ need ‘bout a milli if they want me signеd like vagrants
g*got owens on my tippies
diamonds stuck up, thеy b*tchy
might cop some more of these, since these b*tches said i’m “ricky”
off the drugs, lil’ n*gga, i’m out of love
heart cold, bad b*tch, yeah, i’m h*lla numb
yah mean?

[verse 2: barbie lisa]
yo, trench, heard these b*tches wanna problem now 40 caliber, putting b*tches
in the coffin, ow, know gotta hurt
since i came in, b*tches fading out
b*tch, i go bezerk
in neiman marcus, i be tweaking out
lisa blast the clip
inters*x, it got a d*ck
black griselda, so much money now think i’m moving bricks
ain’t no rap b*tch dead, alive on track can give me sh*t
on instrumentals beating b*tches, barbie feel like michael vick
my n*ggas squeeze the bl!ck ‘til you see the veins
tearing through the b*tches, massacre, splatter b*tches brains
man, how dare these b*tches ever think me and them the same?
og barbie*doll, that other b*tch giving curtis payne, yeah, uh
[verse 3: the girly]
c*cost ‘bout a stack for all this weave, can’t f*ck with cheap hoes
wish they could do it how i do it, they want the cheat code
just like the hair on b*tches heads, y’all don’t belong
i told that b*tch, “spit shine my crown, & then be gone”
i been solidified, b*tch, you know i’m too official
but ask yourself, if you leave, would they really miss you?
how the f*ck they comin’ for me, startin’ to think gay n*ggas straight
yeah, they call me mrs. blatt, let that choppa hit yo face, n*gga
f*ck out my face, n*gga
unless you payin’, n*gga
a healthy diet, but my pockets out of shape, n*gga
it’s only one of me, so never mind my wannabes
the baddest b*tch out all you hoes, who gone disagree, b*tches?

- the girly rapper lyrics

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