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which bitch? - the girly (rapper) lyrics

[verse 1]

flow is really sick, i spit that poisoned queen’s apple
i’m the slaughterhouse, & these rappers be my caddle
yellin’ on them panels got ‘em ho*rs*, where they saddle?
take it to the field, now which b*tches wanna battle?

[chorus]

which b*tch wanna battle?
which b*tch wanna? b*tch wanna
which b*tch wanna battle?
which b*tch wanna? b*tch wanna
which wh0re wanna battle?
which wh0re wanna? wh0re wanna
which wh0re wanna battle?
which b*tch wanna? wh0re wanna

[verse 2]

why the f*ck do hoes think it’s okay to disrespect?
then you on they ass & they turn into some diplomats
rest of them are gimmicks, i’m a poet like where bottles at
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas like i’m racist, where my maga hat?
oh, my accolades? you put a triple on that?
how the f*ck is that so? b*tch, when all your sh*t whack
ho, gimme my style back
hold on, let me dial back
everything these b*tches doin’, i already did that, big facts
[chorus]

[verse 3]

lyrically, i body hoes
sonically, can’t f*ck with me
only competition kissy face up in my vanity
wordplay crazy, kooky, all above, it’s insanity
you ain’t gotta tell me
b*tch, your flow say you a fan of me
giuseppe on the heel
shoe game nuts, these is cash shoes
diamonds on me yellow like i didn’t use the restroom
b*tch, i set the pace
i ain’t doin’ what the rest do
go clean my red carpet, & you better use your vacuum
[chorus]

- the girly rapper lyrics

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