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letra de provolone - the girly (rapper)

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[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?

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