LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBarbie Dangerous
(28Shit)AyoBarbie dangerousWeak bitches don't endanger usYou are over, you ain't in range of us'Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbersFashions and Burberry rain bootsLookin' like every designer fav museFront row, next to the who's whoTryna build another Barbie doll, screw's looseName a rapper that can channelBig Poppa and push out Papa BearWhole mother of the yearEvery summer, I come out to walk bitches, make 'em disappearBut to me, it's just another yearShe ain't got that kind of flare, let me see what I'ma wearThey gon' copy, I'ma wear MonclerHeavy on the arch (Facts) , he was hittin' from the backThen he asks was all this my hair, um, yeahSpit your game, pop your shitFace on pretty, ass stay thickBeef with who? She got the right oneAll these rap bitches, ain't got to like noneKitty on fleek, I got the tight onePick one ticket, I got the white oneThese rap bitches you like is my sonsStick 'em on this rap shit when I'm doneI'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to proveAppreciatin' my solitudeBeef ain't my go-toBut I got bags and this bread if we buyin' foodAnd I'm still queenin'Chanel bags, they still swingin'Old hits, they still swingin'They love the flow, they still streamin'But it's kill seasonYou apologize, but it's still treasonGot 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'Move on my timin', I ain't no demonHoes' words ain't got no meanin'Queen of this rap shit, it's BohemianTheir worst nightmare, they still dreamin'Bitches Jack and I'm still queenin'And I'm still prayin'You would too if you knewHow these jealous bitches moveFirst twenty-two by twenty-twoThey don't know the half 'til they cracked in twoSo-called beef with who, wait, who?Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in twoNow them ah chat pon interviews (Interviews, interviews)It's clear to see they wanna be meHit the road, E-X-I-TMy flow, they B-I-TShots thrown, but I-D-CGo home or do it B-I-GMy throne, they can't S-I-TMy crown, you can't F-I-TI'ma tell you like a nigga told meSpit your game, pop your shitFace on pretty, ass stay thickBeef with who? She got the right oneAll these rap bitches they ain't got to like noneKitty on fleek, I got the tight onePick one ticket, I got the white oneThese rap bitches you like is my sonsStick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done
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