"Too Established / Maybelline" lyrics
DreamDoll & DJ Clue Lyrics
(World Famous DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Hitmaka
Ayo, DreamDoll, what we doin', huh?
What we doin' now?
Let's go (Hitmaka))
Uh, I mama, blow a bag in Prada (Yeah)
Top shottas, pink socks, Balenciaga (Uh)
Still taxing, my passion high fashion
These hoes scared to walk in the booth, I'm really rapping
Hoes looking for a out or what they do for clout
Put a nigga in his place, ask him, he'll vouch (He know)
Told the captain park the yacht right next to habibi
Half you bitches in my comments drive a Mitsubishi (Uh-uh)
Ass fat, put it in his face, Miss Rikishi
Bitches tell me they could see me, then turn into Stevie
This rich pussy, it get leaky, I'm feeling like NeNe
President Rollie, told my new jeweler, "Impeach me"
I'm a freak, yup, guaranteed I ain't going Cassie (Uh-uh)
New wig, it's two colors like cotton candy
I ain't doing no talking unless I talk to Angie
I'ma stand on you bitches until y'all understand me
Tuh, for richer or for poorer
Or for poorer
Mmm, do I want the daddy or Shedeur? (Pick one)
My biggest problem is Givenchy or Dior (Mm-mmm)
Tell me, nigga, is you stingy or you poor?
Uh, I mama, blow a bag in Prada (Dream)
Top shottas, pink socks, Balenciaga (Woo)
Still taxing, my passion high fashion (Uh)
These hoes scared to walk in the booth, I'm really rapping
I mama, blow a bag in Prada (Dream)
Top shottas, pink socks, Balenciaga
Still taxing, my passion high fashion (Yeah)
Ain't going back and forth with you bitches, I'm too established
(Hitmaka
Ayo, DreamDoll
I don't think they caught the vibe
(I gave y'all bitches nine months and I'm back)
Thank you, Fizzle
Now I'ma talk my shit
We must got shit fucked up
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Bring that ass
Switch it up
Let's go)
These hoes talking pregnancy
I'm the baby daddy, ho, let it be
Whole time they was talkin' shit
Tryna break down a bitch legacy
Shut the fuck up
Whole time you was tweaked out
Hoes must sniffin' amphetamines
Bitches tryna make shit up, fake as fuck
Ho, this ain't Maybelline
Cybertruck, 'Rari truck, give a fuck, I'm still gon' cause a scene
Tae wig laid down, ass fat, been that since seventeen
Freaky nigga grinding on me, eat the pussy, you don't get no pleasure, P
Let these hoes go ahead of me
'Cause all the rich niggas wanna marry me (Uh-huh)
Rose petals all on my sheets
Soon as I walk in my suite
How you go shopping as soon as we land
Who out in Paris like we? (Like we)
I'm out in Dubai paying my tabs
And you laying up with a sheikh
Ain't no more tryna control me
I'm 'bout to alt and delete
These hoes talking pregnancy
I'm the baby daddy, ho, let it be
I'm the daddy
Whole time they was talkin' shit
Tryna break down a bitch legacy
Whole time you was tweaked out
Hoes must sniffin' amphetamines
Bitches tryna make shit up, fake as fuck
Ho, this ain't Maybelline
Y'all be worried about who the fuck the father of my child is
But don't know who y'all mother is
'Cause I'm really y'all bitches' mother
'Cause y'all bitches be watchin', preeing, copying
Copy and paste, I can't keep up
Ask your mother who your daddy, ho
Hitmaka
Ayo, DreamDoll, what we doin', huh?
What we doin' now?
Let's go (Hitmaka))
Uh, I mama, blow a bag in Prada (Yeah)
Top shottas, pink socks, Balenciaga (Uh)
Still taxing, my passion high fashion
These hoes scared to walk in the booth, I'm really rapping
Hoes looking for a out or what they do for clout
Put a nigga in his place, ask him, he'll vouch (He know)
Told the captain park the yacht right next to habibi
Half you bitches in my comments drive a Mitsubishi (Uh-uh)
Ass fat, put it in his face, Miss Rikishi
Bitches tell me they could see me, then turn into Stevie
This rich pussy, it get leaky, I'm feeling like NeNe
President Rollie, told my new jeweler, "Impeach me"
I'm a freak, yup, guaranteed I ain't going Cassie (Uh-uh)
New wig, it's two colors like cotton candy
I ain't doing no talking unless I talk to Angie
I'ma stand on you bitches until y'all understand me
Tuh, for richer or for poorer
Or for poorer
Mmm, do I want the daddy or Shedeur? (Pick one)
My biggest problem is Givenchy or Dior (Mm-mmm)
Tell me, nigga, is you stingy or you poor?
Uh, I mama, blow a bag in Prada (Dream)
Top shottas, pink socks, Balenciaga (Woo)
Still taxing, my passion high fashion (Uh)
These hoes scared to walk in the booth, I'm really rapping
I mama, blow a bag in Prada (Dream)
Top shottas, pink socks, Balenciaga
Still taxing, my passion high fashion (Yeah)
Ain't going back and forth with you bitches, I'm too established
(Hitmaka
Ayo, DreamDoll
I don't think they caught the vibe
(I gave y'all bitches nine months and I'm back)
Thank you, Fizzle
Now I'ma talk my shit
We must got shit fucked up
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Bring that ass
Switch it up
Let's go)
These hoes talking pregnancy
I'm the baby daddy, ho, let it be
Whole time they was talkin' shit
Tryna break down a bitch legacy
Shut the fuck up
Whole time you was tweaked out
Hoes must sniffin' amphetamines
Bitches tryna make shit up, fake as fuck
Ho, this ain't Maybelline
Cybertruck, 'Rari truck, give a fuck, I'm still gon' cause a scene
Tae wig laid down, ass fat, been that since seventeen
Freaky nigga grinding on me, eat the pussy, you don't get no pleasure, P
Let these hoes go ahead of me
'Cause all the rich niggas wanna marry me (Uh-huh)
Rose petals all on my sheets
Soon as I walk in my suite
How you go shopping as soon as we land
Who out in Paris like we? (Like we)
I'm out in Dubai paying my tabs
And you laying up with a sheikh
Ain't no more tryna control me
I'm 'bout to alt and delete
These hoes talking pregnancy
I'm the baby daddy, ho, let it be
I'm the daddy
Whole time they was talkin' shit
Tryna break down a bitch legacy
Whole time you was tweaked out
Hoes must sniffin' amphetamines
Bitches tryna make shit up, fake as fuck
Ho, this ain't Maybelline
Y'all be worried about who the fuck the father of my child is
But don't know who y'all mother is
'Cause I'm really y'all bitches' mother
'Cause y'all bitches be watchin', preeing, copying
Copy and paste, I can't keep up
Ask your mother who your daddy, ho
