Barbie Dangerous

(28shit)

Ayo
Barbie dangerous
Weak bitches 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's
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose

Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear, hoe, I'm mother of the year
Every summer I come out to walk, bitches make 'em 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' 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

Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pink one taken, I got the white one
These rap 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 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 shitty, Bohemian
Their worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
Bitches Jacking, I'm still Queenin'

And I'm still prayin'
You would too, if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by 22
They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two
So called beef with who, wait, who?
Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two
Now dem ah chat pon 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-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 nigga told me

Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches 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 bitches you like is my sons
Stick 'em on this rap shit when I'm done



Credits
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Christopher Wallace, Steven A. Jordan, Steven Howse, Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Sean Puffy Combs, Joshua Daiquan Goods, Kameron Cole, Kendall Taylor
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