Barbie Dangerous

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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 fav' 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

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, he was hittin' from the back (Facts)

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

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 time, and I ain't no demon

Hoes' words ain't got no meanin'

Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian

They worst nightmare, they still dreamin'

Bitches jackin', I'm still queenin'

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 till they cracked in two

So-called beef with who, wait, who?

Broke a couple rap **** 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 **** 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, 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

Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done