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the girly (rapper) - provolone 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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