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the girly (rapper) - umbrellas 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

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