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Can’t Beat That With An App : Lyrics
(feat .SIMS)
Hook:
You hangin’ ?
What you bangin’?
What you sangin’?
Ooh la la lahhhhh
So what you sayin’?
Psalm Verse
You got me I’m not the Versace in linen
But you can spot me grinnin with lots of cocky venom
God can watch me sinnin
But she be politicking
Psalmie gosh she winnin
And Sims is awfully vicious
Silky gotta problem don’t get ruffled on me
You can carry on and check my duffle for free
Baby girl she love me but she didn’t go vote
Ima cure this headache with some Tigalo flows
Little brother
Evidence and Alchemist for the flight
Pilot lemme sit right next to him
the rest of the night
In the skyyyyy with my thoughts you’d think I never come downnnnn
Shake it for me zaddy every king
Every king
Need a crown
Every queen need a shelter
From all the haters around
Tell me you gonna fuck with me
Your support is a luxury
In the club with my dungarees
And I’m fintin to fool
And I’m squintin at you
What you gettin into ?
Hook:
You hangin’ ?
What you bangin’?
What you sangin’?
Ooh la la lahhhhh
So what you sayin’?
SIMS verse
ohh la la
Vroom on the Yamaha
Catch me on the highway because your way was too blah blah blah
I’d tell you the whole ha ha but I’m on in 40
Meet me at the intersection chilling with the nonconforming
Easy as a final warning this could get too gory y’all
Watch me whip and post a joke through a hall of warriors
Flow crazy than you snowflakes make me,
face full of cocaine hot take grown babies
what have you tweeted for me lately?
gotta go cat.
There’s real problems on the map
And you can’t beat that with an app!
You can get with this or that
You can think it’s hitting but, make sure that you miss me cuz you’re tripping, you are not stepping up
Some people body busy,
some people busy lipping
I ain’t got any business with you if you see no difference
I’m out here building, you out here breaking down
I might just run the town
You might just run your mouth
Ouch but
what they fuck are your even saying?
Put your weight in, if you’re gonna wiegh in
You can’t blow smoke and convince me that it’s blazing
You can’t make a Four Seasons out the Day Inn
Lazy intellectually but so god damn brazen
“Attention more†cried the Craven at my door
pretend like I don’t see em and I feed em no amor
Pedal to the floor
my aura owe ya nothing au revoir
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2. |
Twerking4Feminists
02:25
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Twerking4Feminists - Lyrics
Verse 1
Bad bittys with vision in my bedroom
Smack me in the head with it
Show me bidness plan, get ahead with it
Freedom of expression with some leg, get it
When I put these heels on,
Feel my religion ...
Nasty like a preacher with a secret
Ask me why I left boi I was gettin evil
Ask me why she left boi
she preferred the evil
5 am my knees hit the floor
Grateful for another day to flip the pros
Multi vitamin and a little dab
Call me Freshalina lookin for good zaddy
Gimme jucy lucy deep dish
Lemme see it dip
(Sleek when I speak
Most freaks wanna piece of it )
Cheeks all over
Let’s play 401 K
(Twerk for the feminist
Save for a rainy day )
Twerk for the feminist
Save for a rainy day
Twerk for the feminist
Save for a rainy day
***Verse 2 ****
She twerkin for tuition
Shake that ammunition
She twerkin for some health care
Pussy wealth yeah
Everybody shook yeah
Made em look quick
You part of the problem
If you hate the hook trick
Oh lawdy them shorties be
the oldest profession
Check the confession, it’s epic
If you ain’t the baddest in the set
Don’t sweat it
Keep that vision tight
and rise the shit out yo credit
I pledge allegiance
To the mega
Churchy with my words
and love the puppies in yo sweater
If you got a hero in yo life better wife her
Need a big spoon for the night bruh, tuh
And she sweeter than a foot rub
And that nana bomber than a good drug
All cash and she saved for it
All ass... rainy day for it !
Outro
You a feminist, twerk it
Save for a rainy day
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3. |
Flight of the Wig
02:39
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Flight of the Wig - Lyrics
hands in the air
handful of hair
((draggin em))
damn don’t be scared
we just up in here
dazzlin
flight of the wig
watch them lacefronts …
how you buddy buddy with them fake fucks ?
potent
the smoke?
show it
pyscho cycle
we be rollin
throwin bows when
fight or fuck
press ya luck
i be cuttin up
knock the remy of a mannequin
with uppercut
gimme all those butters, what?
… i told y’all don’t touch it !!!
my hair is a mane
and ya main chick/dude* love it
plus some people know me out in public
i ain’t nowhere near famous i’m just heinous and they fuck with it (2x)
HOOK:
fly that wig
if you tired of the bullshit
had it up to here
and i hear whatcha do with it
mmm
she a fool with it
flight of the wig
gimme fist
I'm too vicious
Verse 2:
Ooh shit they all up in my business
Friendships be distant
At least I got equipment
Broadcasting live revolutionary ,
I’m spittin for the fearful cuz it do get scary
I ain’t dropped shit in a while
Almost killed my smile
Had to relocate, fortitude
And being quiet
Niggas never wanna have a couple fuckin seats
Risk of FOMO got ‘em really fuckin weak
U can come and see me for everything I said
Fought rap patriarchy and I took the lead
Niggas left us to bleed so I took the lead
Ate my words and it’s tastin like a victory
U not gon kill me I’m that pedigree of excellence
Better wrap yo wig tight
Feelin right and people really fed up with status quo
Captain save a hoe just call me Harriet for harlots
And we got a section for the smart sluts
Fly shit
HOOK:
fly that wig
if you tired of the bullshit
had it up to here
and i hear whatcha do with it
mmm
she a fool with it
flight of the wig
gimme fist
I'm too vicious
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4. |
Nasty Jazz Hands
02:36
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Verse 1
((Nasty))
I don’t really take it any kinda way
Only wanna be the one to get a little
((Action))
Put the pussy away now what he say?
We can do the competition or we can do ((passion))
You don’t make em think like me
((Like me))
You don’t wanna drink my tea
((Uh uh))
Nigha I’m pro choice but I swear I’ll kill this baby dick bigot on me
((On G?))
Get out the gay
Get out the gay
Get out the gay now
All you little homophobes
Up in my mentions
Y’all in the closet
that’s why you trippin
I got the silk now
Y’all got the drip
The wave
((OKAYYY))
U still drinkin milk now
Don’t have a cow in this bitch
Time to get wild in this bitch
Hook:
Ooh Ima tell
Y’all mamas y’all so nasty
Y’all be in the club
All night collectin zaddies
Talkin all that jazz
Educatin all the baddies
If they can’t be down
They get mad and call you nasty
U so nasty
U so nasty
When they don’t belong
They get mad and call you nasty
Nasty
Verse 2 :
i’m over it got my poker chips
cold with these ovaries polar chick
you can’t suppress i’m a voter bitch
vocal on everything i’ma have solar fits
they try to stamp us out - we go postal
hate on me - you so loco
this look great on me - i’m all cocoa
pretty brown skin i belong in the MOMA
AYE
racists hate me but i’m way faster
get a straight assassin on a gay basher
drop ya label they slave masters
in a field of underpaid gate crashers
i rap for women with new agendas
got rules to bend, friend,
are you offended?
if you are, bitch i meant - to!
fuck you and whoever sent - you!
AHH!!
feels so good when i get that out
lost and you’ll never get the shit back now
vaginal brandishing clit clack pow
verbs on command and i flip that noun
they won’t ever get me to be silent again
let me introduce ya to my little friend
really don’t care if you like my shit
cuz i’m psalm one baby I’M THAT BITCH
Hook:
Ooh Ima tell
Y’all mamas y’all so nasty
Y’all be in the club
All night collectin zaddies
Talkin all that jazz
Educatin all the baddies
If they can’t be down
They get mad and call you nasty
U so nasty
U so nasty
When they don’t belong
They get mad and call you nasty
Nasty
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5. |
Ain't 2 Famous
03:15
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Hook
Hop in the whip
Dollars and rent
Cop you a trip
It don’t gotta make sense
Alla my life they say
Hit you a lick
I do it all
Ima ball on a bitch
Hittin these trips
Hittin these trips
I ain’t too famous
I’m out for the chips
Rip me a stage
Get me a tour
But I need more
I might pop up on Lyft
Hop in the whip
Dollars and rent
Cop you a trip
It don’t gotta make sense
Alla my life they say
Hit you a lick
I do it all
Ima ball on a bitch
Hittin these trips
Hittin these trips
I ain’t too famous
I’m out for the cheese
Teach a few classes
Money grabbin
But I need more
I might hop on ya beat
Eee !
V1
Hell yeah I'm a hustler
Hell nah I ain’t rich
So I’m gettin up dumb early
Navigating these trips
They gon hate and they gon talk about ya
But it really don’t matter
Cuz you got it in cash, credit
And you got it in the mattress
Niggas lyin on they pockets
Niggas dyin in the comments
Niggas can’t afford they image
Broke as shit but we the biggest
Shoutout to my bros giggety-giggin
Puttin on for the extra incentive
Hustlin until that bag reach
Cuz starving artist ain’t it chief
V2
How many likes do I get on the matrix
How many mics do I rip on the daily,
I just got tired of hatin
Picked myself up and got back to the basics
I just got tired of waitin
Plus I need money to fund the flames
I couldn’t run away
So I just fell back and begun to pray
Needed a whip so you ubered it
Watch how you freak the maneuvers
Economy got you cuter
Makin plans for the future
Hell yeah I be trippin
Damnit I need a vacation
Credit score hit 720
Bitch we celebratin
Hook
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6. |
The Impossible Lover
03:21
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The Impossible Lover - Lyrics
Verse 1:
I miss you down to yo marrow
I ain’t finna text you
You taste like everything I want in life
And it’s regretful
I loved you wayyyy too soon
And I consumed You sooner
You bought the hot headache
I bought the wine cooler
You act like I’m new to this
I been yo sucker since the first grade
A - class lover post thirsty - Over thirty
We can’t do this like we used to papi
You gettin too comfy , I’m gettin too sloppy
I’m sorry I been distant, It’s the mission ...
The inner peace for me is quintessential
Impossible to love me while I’m with you
Cuz I just lose myself u so delicious ... boo
Hook:
Ooh you got me in a smash
I look around you on my ass
I love you but I love me right now
I had to change my whole lifestyle
We been together so long
Man what the fuck is goin on ????
I love you but I need to let it be
I gotta change it’s really killin me
PRE VERSE:
You made me change my whole life
I never thought u would treat me so bad
It feels so good when we lie
But I can’t be healthy with you in my saddle
I tried to keep you with her
Every time we get together it hurts
It feels so good when we lie
But I can’t be healthy with you by my side
Verse 2:
Sweeter than diabetes
Comfort like bolognese
They tellin me I don’t need ya
hard to let go of bae
We been through hell for that
Quit you then took you back
I tried to substitute ya
Nothin come close to you so
Smother me lovin’ me
Bein with you is luxury
But not without consequences
Poisonous I’m a witness
I’m with you and I’m all jelly
Feel you inside my belly
Love you until my death
But ain’t tryna die already
Damn it really hurts to say goodbye to ya
You my greatest love ain’t finna lie to ya
But I just feel so nasty after I’m witcha
Hate it came to this but It’s the right decision
Hook:
Ooh you got me in a smash
I look around you on my ass
I love you but I love me right now
I had to change my whole lifestyle
We been together so long
Man what the fuck is goin on ????
I love you but I need to let it be
I gotta change it’s really killin me
Xtended hook at end / outro
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7. |
Rock & Roll McDonaldz
02:19
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Rock & Roll McDonaldz- Lyrics
Lord why’d you make me so gay?
Why you make me think so much
you know them stupid bitches straight :
Ignorance is bliss
and ain’t no fun
being twitter woke
Thought you posted something they would love
but they didn’t though
And that nigga wrong
she got that nigha in yo living room
And you lost the leader of the group y’all fuckin ridiculed
And you stuck with narcissistic mediocre mini you’s
Gaslight olympics got us thinkin we so pitiful
I could climb a mountain witchoo baby
But first we got this pile of drugs and this maybes
Can’t believe we did all that dumb shit to function
Her teeth knocked out and her mouth won’t stop runnin
I used to be the architect of fucked up shit
Shade the Rapperchicks and you’d get lumped up quick
Picked so many fights and some nighas was right
But the friends I meant to lose, fuck you cowards for life !
What u call a moral when you got clout
Used to care so much about it not now
Lookin at the game a player not proud
Complacent black person when I’m not loud
How I’m ‘posed to deal with
The way the shit be
They don’t believe women
R Kelly still free
Lock up that nasty man
givin young teens dick
Then maybe I can dance
To ignition remix
I got that toot toot
I got that beep
And fuck You
if you Capin for that fucking creep
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8. |
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WWIV (feat. Angel Davanport) - LYRICS
Verse 1:
Happy and black and
I’m fuckin with white and the brown
catching the flight for the pounds
Rappin for y’all I don’t do it I rap for myself
Who do I have to impress with this lit
Got giants who love me and hate me and bitches who never could spit
booties and tits
groupies and dicks
Put a fist up if you tired of the bull-shit
My therapist say I’m a mess but I’m well-adjusted
If you not pussy go head and bust it
A trump supporter nah I can’t trust ‘em
Fuck apologists fuck the government
Fuck all that tea but I’ll take the crumpets
Y’all gossip more than a pack of grannies
They Rap for clout they rap for xannies
I’m a look up one day with a fackin Grammy
I feed off the doubt : queef all your fears
Bow to yo knees when a queen appears
I’m knowin some legends got penises
But I’m standing right here
and I pee when I sit
Bitch
How the fuck You tryna act innocent !!!!
Even I done smacked a chick
But don’t glorify those horrid times
I just live and I make some mistakes
And I fix all the problems I can
They hate me cuz I will stand up for what’s right
Won’t fuck with a label again
And believe me they try to erase and replace what I do but them people is not psalm
And if you ain’t got - no love - for alla these freaks - get the fuck on!
Hook by Angel
Try to hold us down
Never been the case
World War Four
Revolution on my waist
They can’t stop the pride
Cant make me ashamed
World War Four
All the rules abouta change (2x)
Verse 2:
Darlin don’t you weep
I’ll hold it down baby
Anybody creep
It’s rock a bye baby
Ride on enemies
Shoulda told you I’m dangerous
My philosophy
I’m $ilky — fuck you claimin?
I got suckas on my page
Politicians in my womb
They got shooters in the schools
Fuck is we supposed to do
Target practice with my bros
Sold out shows on the road
So much pain in my soul
You could smell it on my clothes
Take a look up in my eye
Why the fuck I need to lie
That’s why this shit sound so fye
Y’all need food and I made time
Made a way up out the jam
Medication in my hand
Slap the devil in his plans
Make that goofy understand
Hook :
Try to hold us down
Never been the case
World War Four
Revolution on my waist
They can’t stop the pride
Cant make me ashamed
World War Four
All the rules abouta change (2x)
World War Four
All the rules about to change.
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9. |
I Got Time (incomplete)
02:49
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I got time - Lyrics
Momma that woman is odd
So many tattoos
You should stop fuckin with god
She will detach you
We just want vittles no middlemen ....
...Yes I’m militant
We just figuring this shit out
Ain’t no time to be my bitch now
These robots comin for us
And we think it’s funny
Globalize the greed
And poor folk think it’s money
Got a thousand likes
And that shit made my day
That’s the dumbest foulest shit
I’ll ever say !!!
Because....
We don’t got time
We don’t got time to waste
But I got time
Bitch I got time to bang
Sat up on the runway lookin at the pilot like I’ll fly this
Aquil told me I was pretty broke my heart and broke my hymen
But I don’t got time
I don’t got time to waste
But I got lines
Baby that’s my cocaine ...
Hook:
They don’t want it with a brown girl
They don’t want it with a brown girl
Get that goofy shit from round her
Get that goofy shit from round her
Always tryna erase us
Always tryna replace us
We don’t give a fuck about yo clout
We out chasin pay stubs
Chasin pay stubs .....
Verse 2:
Chasin pay stub
Wage gappin take a pay cut
Rapper tried to school me
Talkin bout that ain’t real
Say what ????
Talk about that white privilege
That cis straight male friend shit
That locker room boy
Don’t tell nobody I hate bitches
But bitch is non binary
Same reason why I’m scary
Same reason why lies carry
I’m packin a bowl with some nice berry ...
.... sometimes we gotta take a little break
This life a simulation anyway
We on center stage
....still some niggas, aye ?
But we don’t got time
We don’t got time to waste
But I got white
Widow and wine today
Drunk as fuck on the plane flirtin with attendants like I’ll fly this
Be the best motherfuckin lover on the planet shit I might just ...
I got time...
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