that she didn't know he was Bregoli's baby daddy and raps several times about fighting Barker. She also claims LV is still hitting her up in her DMs and that Bregoli lied about the pregnancy by Tyga.

Bregoli, who rose to fame at the tender age of 13 during a now-infamous 2016 appearance on "Dr. Phil," told DDG that she raked in $1 million in her first six hours on OnlyFans, which she joined in ...

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In December of 2024, Bhad Bhabie, born Danielle Bregoli, accused the daughter of Blink-182 drummer Travis Barker of trying to steal Le Vaughn from her. Bhad Bhabie and Le Vaughn started dating in ...

The 21-year-old rapper, real name Danielle Bregoli, was targeted by trolls over her cancer diagnosis after she continued vaping, underwent plastic surgery, and challenged rival Alabama Barker to a ...

Bhabie, real name Danielle Bregoli, did not comment on the matter. On Instagram, the onetime “Dr. Phil” guest posted a video dissing her latest nemesis, Alabama Barker, whom she accused of ...

TV Personality Danielle Bregoli attends the LA premiere of "47 Meters Down Uncaged" the at Regency Village Theatre on August 13, 2019 in Westwood, California. (Photo by Paul Archuleta/FilmMagic ...

Conservative influencer Ashley St Clair, who shocked social media when she claimed that she gave birth to Elon Musk’s 13th child five months ago, revealed to the New York Post that her alleged ...

But how did it all start? First, a little background. Bhad Bhabie — real name Danielle Bregoli — shot to fame after her viral Dr. Phil appearance in 2016, during which she coined the phrase ...

“Tell trav play this next on the drums, don’t know why he thought playin that was gone fly,” wrote Bhabie, whose given name is Danielle Bregoli. “I wasn’t even dropping at first.

It’s a frosty January night in New York City, but Madison Square Garden is red hot. You feel the heat when pillars of flame spit out from black butane tanks that encircle a half-domed stage.