Barbie Dangerous lyrics

[Intro]
(28sh*t)
Ayo

[Verse 1]
Barbie dangerous
Weak b*tches don't endanger us
You are over, you ain't in range of us
'Cause I won, won, won, won, angel numbers
Splash in some Burberry rain boots
Lookin' like every designer fave muse
Front row, next to the who's who
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose
Name a rapper that could channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear
Ho, I'm mother of the year
Every summer, I come out to walk b*tches, make 'em disappear
But to me, it's just another year
She ain't got that kind of flair, let me see what I'ma wear
They gon' copy, I'ma wear Moncler
Heavy on the arch (Facts), he was hittin' from the back
Then he asked was all this my hair, um, yeah

[Chorus]
Spit your game, pop your sh*t
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap b*tches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pink one taken, I got the white one
These rap b*tches you like is my sons
Still gon' run this rap sh*t when I'm done
[Verse 2]
I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove
Appreciatin' my solitude
Beef ain't my go-to
But I got bags of this bread if we buyin' food
And 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 season
You apologized, but it's still treason
Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'
Move on my time and I ain't no demon
Hoes' words ain't got no meanin'
Queen of this rap sh*tty, Bohemian
They worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
b*tches jackin', I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew
How these jealous b*tches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two
So-called beef with who, wait, who?
Broke a couple rap n*ggas hearts in two
Now them ah chat pon interviews
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown, but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can't S-I-T
My crown, you can't F-I-T
I'ma tell you like a n*gga told me
[Chorus]
Spit your game, pop your sh*t
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap b*tches they ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pink one taken, I got the white one
These rap b*tches you like is my sons
Still gon run this rap sh*t when I'm done