ฟังเพลงBarbie Dangerous (Explicit)

Barbie Dangerous (Explicit) - Nicki Minaj

Lyrics by：Tate Kobang/Onika Maraj/Kameron Cole/Kendall Taylor/Christopher Wallace/Steven Howse/Anthony Henderson/Bryon McCane/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan

Composed by：Tate Kobang/Onika Maraj/Kameron Cole/Kendall Taylor/Christopher Wallace/Steven Howse/Anthony Henderson/Bryon McCane/Sean Combs/Steven Jordan

Produced by：Hollywood Cole/YG! Beats/Tate Kobang

Tony ain't ****

A-yo

Barbie dangerous

We ******* 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 channel Big Papa and push out Papa Bear

Whole mother of the year

Every summer I come out do what ******* 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

Spit your game pop your ****

Face on pretty a*s they thick

Beef with who

She got the right one

All these rap ******* ain't got it like none

Kitty on fleek I got the type on

Pink one ticket I got the light one

These bad ******* you like is my sons

Stick 'em on this rap **** 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

H*es words ain't got no meanin'

Queen of this rap **** Bohemian

Their worst nightmare they still dreamin'

******* Jack and I'm still queen

And I'm still prayin'

You would too if you knew how these jealous ******* 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

Spit your game pop your ****

Face on pretty a*s they thick

Beef with who

She got the right one

All these rap ******* ain't got it like none

Kitty on fleek I got the type on

Pink one ticket I got the light one

These bad ******* you like is my sons

Stick 'em on this rap **** when I'm done