Dehydrated Hoes

This Bitch Is Black
She Hatin On Me Every Chance
Plus She Ugly
At The 1st and 2nd Glance
She Wear A Red Shirt
Target Workin Bitches Do
She Try To Knock My Hustle
You Work At Target Boo
Be A Little More Humble
You Live In Poverty
Yes I Live At Home
But We Got Property
She Got Short Hair, Short Body, Black As Fuck
She Try To Show Me Shade But I Dont Give A Fuck
That Old Broke Ass Bitch And Her Friends Are Wak
Got A Nappy Ass Weave All Down They Back
Always Callin Out Hoes Like She Dont Suck A Dick
These Ugly Black Ass Bitches Always Made Me Sick
Mad Cause They're Trash And They Get Thrown Out
Im In My Niggas Stu Blowed We Zone Out
He Could Have ANY Girl. He Hit Me Everyday
I Live My Life To The Fullest. Im ON IT Every day.
You Can Say What You Want
Cause You Dont Know Me Boo
You Lookin Up At Me Hoe
Im Looking Down For You
Stop Talking Shit Soley Behind My Back
I Seen Your Ugly Cheap Ass Though Your Very Black
You Didnt Even Say Shit
You Kept It Pushin Hoe
So Keep My Name Out Your Mouth
You WRECKLESS RATCHET HOE
Im Not Fucking For Money He Know My Love Is Free
Smart Sexy And Wanted That's What You'll Never Be
You Wear Red Shirts I Got A Degree
Aint Spoken In Years But You Hate On Me
I'll Shit On You All Day Because I Got The Time
Tony Montana You Know The World Is Mine
Saved Up Some Doe Not Worried Bout A Dime
When My Career Hits Like Diamonds Im A Shine

Who Want IT?

Shit is crazy
I thought it couldnt get much worse
I may as well just die
Someone call in a hearse
Fell in love with a nigga
A demon! Evil! Cursed!
He wanna bring out the beast
He wanna see my worst
"Chuck up the dueces" Okay
You say you good as gone
So Why All The Hostility?
Aint we been movin on?
Circles Cycles And Cyphers
I trust that Karmas On
I wish a bitch run up
I got my armor on
This nigga straight up lying
Fuck All That False Shit
This nigga hit up his fam
He's A Real Bitch
Something like a housewife
A HouseHoe forreal
He aint got no doe
Nigga need a meal
Been rappin all day
But Still aint gotta deal
Wanna shit on my name
Go on But keep it real
You're not making or breakin
you swear i give a fuck
Men lined up for me like im a kogi truck
If i needed a dollar you wouldnt have a buck
but i dont need not a dollar
You know i'm never stuck.
Thats why they hatin hard
hatin
like waka in the paint
They wanna shit on my name
Cause i do what they caint
Some wanna give me the world
White men included too
You Bitches Hatin
Cause the ballers never fuck with you
I'm getting treated and eated
And I dont have to screw
They wanna give me the world
They wanna leave you blue

My Dude

He aint my boyfriend-I said he my dude

I aint cuffin but we cuttin when we in the mood

you think you special cause he hit you up a time or two

I aint trippin Little do he know. He's One Of Two

I aint tracking niggas records I aint stressin boo

When im back around BET you get the boot and shoo

She couldnt fill me shoes

If she stole my feet

I'll murder that slut bitch

Not on this fucking beat

She saw that I was flyer-reminder If we meet

She a baby momma-Unappetizing treat

Im more like Creme Brulee-One of a kind to eat

He still aint go nowhere

She think she something sweet

He send her right back home

For Me He Trick and Treat

He Hit me on the phone

Like Lakers He 3 Peat

I more than work his bone

In battle I DEFEAT

DEVIL IN A NEW DRESS -Lessi LYRICS

I never would imagine

These bitches cannot see

The Cross That They Bear

When They Fuck With Me

I got my shit together

They made me question that

I NEVER stabbed these bitches

BUT LET ME TURN MY BACK

I went through hell and back

But Aint Nobody There

It was like i was drowinin

And all they did was stare

That's how life really is

And So I die inside

But in my resurrection

WONT HESITATE TO RIDE

I dont got shit to hide

Fuck what they talkin bout

I Make Niggas Believe

She fill yo ass with Doubt

My shit is NOW authentic

Dont trip off shit but digits

THESE BITCHES TALK THEY ONLY TALK

ITS LIKE THEY SMALL AS MIDGETS

WHOEVER WANT IT GET IT

DONT START SHIT BUT I'LL END IT

THESE BITCHES FOUL

AND JUST LIKE CREDIT TOOK IT TO THE LIMIT

I storm out the door.

he don’t even care.

fights that turn disaster.

but i aint go nowhere.

hearts a bleeding sore.

at the sky i stare.

three sixty degrees.

how we get back here?

i love you so much.

the thought of it i cannot bear.

i see you way past done and its very clear.

though I gave my all i see the end is here

now im dead man walkin away without a fear.

respect is always first.

that’s what we failed to show.

I call you bitch ass nigga

you call me nasty hoe.

I put on my shoes.you go and block the doe (door)

Then i drop my clothes. and we hit the flo (floor).

I never want to leave. I never wanna goe.

You makes me cum so hard. Its like im dying slow.

It eats my shit right up. thats how i lose my ass.

I cant even sleep. this shit is really trash.

I never trust a bitch and i dont need a friend.

they do you in the worst. i know on me i can depend.

Im gettin older now. i’m really off the clubs.

sometimes i feel wound up.

I went TO eighths From dubs.

slowly addicted. soul is evicted.

don’t know anything guilty convicted.

lost in a place i cant identify.

these bitches hate on me

but i cant tell you why

I know if they run up

Committing suicide

I trust in God above

From truth you cannot hide

So All of their tresspasses

I gotta let um slide

I Know That Nigga Gone

Say Nothing. He Just Goe

And Just Like He Was Nike

He Just Do It Like A Pro

I Never Tell Him No

And Now Im All Alone

It's Heavy On My Mind So

Im Turnin Off My Phone

I Really Wanna Bone

I Really Need Respect

I Gotta Walk Away

SuperModel Alek Wek

Somehow He Disappears

Or He Was Never There

I Really Tried My Best

Its Like He Never Cared

They Say In Lovers Lives

One Always Loves One More

And Now That Love Is Lost

My Hearts An Aching Sore

Feel Dead Like In A Morgue

Stabbed With Lies Like Swords

Until I Met A Man

Who Said He'd Give Me More

Princessa - Akeem

Rose Petals On The Floor

staring back at contacts of blue

to thine own self be true.

as pale possesses power

sought by politicians for hours;

plotting on the towers

and money that is ours,

work hard and they devour

endings that leave you sour

dying like wilted flowers