Barbie Dangerous

(28Shit)
Ayo

Barbie dangerous
Weak bitches don't endanger us
You are over, you ain't in range of us

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Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbers

Fashions and Burberry rain boots
Lookin' like every designer fav muse

Front row, next to the who's who
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose
Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear
Ho, 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 asks 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
Pick one ticket, I got the white one

These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon' run 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 apologize, but it's still treason
Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'

Move on my timin', 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 Jack and I'm still queenin'

And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew
How these jealous bitches 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 niggas hearts in two
Now them 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
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon run this rap shit when I'm done