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umbrellas - the girly (rapper) lyrics

[chorus: the girly]

cheese, i get cheddar
maison margiela
who the f*ck gon’ tell a b*tch it get wetter than umbrellas?
head, gimme h*lla
these hoes know better
when we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[verse 1: the girly]

i came in, 16, spittin’ ill to you
i’m 18, still ill, never healed for you
i let ‘em hang, that’s emmett till (a mattel) for you
not armstrong, why the f*ck would i kneel (neil) for you?
i’m back to slaughterin’ b*tches that ain’t on my pivot
my finger a glacier, my telfar on denim
i’m covered in carnage, & b*tch, i spit venom
can these b*tches do what i do? i’m like “no way!”
fresher than that colgate
if you think you princess, little b*tch, you sniffing snow white, oh, wait!
oh, wait, hold the f*ck up
b*tches got life f*cked up
b*tches always fumblin’ the ball, pick your nuts up
they call me “ruth”, and b*tch, i’ll handle her
these b*tches is amateurs
itchin’ for response, so this song what i granted her
man, these b*tches ain’t talkin’ to me
f*ckin’ on you, then he f*ckin’ a beast
f*ckin’ with me, then he f*ck with a g
only a beast when i’m rippin’ these beats
most decorated b*tch
rock every wig that i rap & been in every whip (facts)
so tell these hoes to bow it down
[bridge: the girly]

ayo

(blasphemy upon we…)

slaughter these b*tches, then i’ma skin ‘em like where nudes be

(now the town will
watch her bleed)

did it for press and b*tch, now your face where the news be

(blasphemy upon we…)

b*tch, you want the speed?
i’ll crash sh*t, mr. mosbey

(now the town will
watch her bleed)

all this ice i got on me, got latinas in a frenzy

[verse 2: lee veneta]

(silly wh0re)
watch her face drop (drop)
when this sh*t drop (drop)

couldn’t do the rap sh*t, i took over the rap sh*t
now b*tches tryna do pop (what?)

b*tch couldn’t chew, couldn’t even nom onnit
b*tch couldn’t rap, couldn’t keep anam onnit

waist so skinny let me do a line on it
how tf you get a beat and couldn’t ride onnit

gotta watch these b*tches, b*tches fake they so fictitious
b*tches rapping bout materials, now girl lets be realistic

lying in yo raps that sh*t pitiful

why so serious? so literal

p*ss a b*tch off like a urinal

nail this sh*t down like a cuticle

all these stones on my neck (brr)
chinchilla on new (fur)
marry to the money b*tch
yea i gotta new sur (sir)
sick b*tch mind twisted, you only spit hard when its d*ck b*tch

b*tches wanted me to pop, so i pop off like pants on a big b*tch

yo girly girly should i carry carry?
sh*tting on these hoes like im bad with dairy

everything white ms carrie carrie
i keep fire work, put it in reverse terry

b*tch yo sh*t on dr seuss, b*tch you better than um, who?!

b*tch yo sh*t falling down, gravity, now let me call up soos

( got a new body bag, all you b*tches going sad. all these b*tches supa mad while i’m out here popping all these tags….hahaa oop)

[chorus: the girly]

cheese, i get cheddar
maison margiela
who the f*ck gon’ tell a b*tch it get wetter than umbrellas?
head, gimme h*lla
these hoes know better
when we done with her it’s gon’ be a closed casket

[verse 3: pretty gang]

yo, pretty gang, why these b*tches be so undercover?

(purcos*x)
i would hate too, b*tch, i’m pretty than a motherf*cker

(the girly)
yo, like why the f*ck they gotta envy?
y’all gotta be some dumb hoes..

(nova galore)
to ever think that y’all could end me

[verse 4: the girly & lee veneta]

cannot get one up on me, all these hoes look up to me
soundcloud, who the f*ck be mother?
b*tch, they screaming “g”

yea!
what i done, they couldn’t do that
new flash, you b*tches ain’t on that
if i was you, b*tch, i would’ve fall back
but i got you looking stupid, with your dumb ass

they cosplaying as white b*tches, i’ma k!ll, i don’t fight b*tches
they keep makin’ all these f*ckin’ misses, but not wifed b*tches
he said “bum, bum, bum” i got funds, funds, funds
put ‘em on yo f*ckin’ head & get you gone, gone, gone
i’m the one

- the girly rapper lyrics

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