Barbie Dangerous

Tony ain't shit

A-yo

Babrie dangerous

We bitches, don't endanger us

You are over, ain't a range of us

'Cause I want one, one, one, angel numbers

Fashions and Burberry rain boots

Lookin' like every designer fade muse

Front row necks 'til the who's who?

Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's lose

Name a rapper that can chanel Big Papa and push out Papa Bear, whole mother of the year

Every summer I come out, do what, bitches disappear, but to me it's just another year

She ain't got that kind of flare, let me see what I'ma wear, they gon' cop, I'm aware, my clear

Heavy on the AR, facts, he can take it from the back when he asks what's all in my hair, um, yeah

Bitch, your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, ass they thick

Beef with who? She got the right one, all these rap bitches ain't got it like none

Kitty on fleek, I got the type on, pink one ticket, I got the light one

These bad bitches you like is my sons, stick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done

I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove

Appreciatin' my solitude

Beef ain't my go to but I got bags and this bread if we buy food

And I'm still queenin', Chanel bags

They still swingin', all hits

They still swingin', ain't like the flow? They still streamin'

But it's kill season, you apologize but it's still treason

Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'

Move on my time, I ain't no demon

Hoes words ain't got no meanin'

Queen of this rap shit, Bohemian

Their worst nightmare, they still dreamin'

Bitches Jack and I'm still queen

And I'm still prayin'

You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move

First twenty-two by twenty-two

They don't know the half 'til they're cracked in two

So called beef with who, wait, who?

Broke a couple rap niggas heart in two

Now that my jack pun interviews (Interviews, 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-B-C

Go home or do it B-I-G

My throne, they can't S-A-T

My crown, you can't F-I-T

I'ma tell you like a nigga told me

Bitch, your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, ass they thick

Beef with who? She got the right one, all these rap bitches ain't got it like none

Kitty on fleek, I got the type on, pink one ticket, I got the light one

These bad bitches you like is my sons, stick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done

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