(Prod. Black)

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#4DACULTURE (feat. Kitomi, Malibu Way, & Una)

(Prod. Black) 🩰

Lyrics :

best believe if im up the mix
then im getting checks.

best believe if that’s my bitch 
then im not gone fuck with her ex!

oh what’s the nigga name? 
don’t it start with a x?

& when that nigga left your ass
you was begging in text.

but never mind that shit,
im chillin in cabanas.

cut the wig, cut the ACT
bitch you not hannah MONTANA!

you’re just a boy with naps,
your music makes us nap.

all that cap in your rap,
& your teeth has a gap.

time for a FAT, bitch on the list.
put the S on her chest with a fucking LISP!

don’t you gotta go attend to some chips & dip?

im the ONLY BARBIE, 
& your songs get a SKIP!

think she bad like michael, 
but that isn’t what the kors say.

that bitch got no money,
but that isn’t what the chorus say.

bitch you do not ball, you play the bench,
that’s what the court say.

bitch im in the back with the bakers man, 
playing patty cake!


(HOOK)

everybody cant rap find a PLAN B!

she wanna be me, gone & find another PLAN.. B!

bitches is my daughters, i should’ve PLAN B’D!

im on your head, i wash you bitches, like some PANTENE!


insufficient funds, 
bitch that card is not valid.

all about my greens,
now go get my cobb salad.

the wrist is wonderland, 
that’s just because im alice. 

& im the flyest bitch,
cause i got hella talents.


you can be the don, 
but i black on beats like don-da.

ima be on the top FOREVER,
that’s like WAKANDA!

only thing that’s seeing me,
is them 0’s & them commas.

bitch i am the BOMB, 
they call me barbie OSAMA!


Osama Bin Laden, Mattel BEEN Barbie.

Chloé on my feet, like Francesca Capaldi.

do y’all get it? the girl from dog with the blog.

like.. cmon, CMON!


bitch my body HIGH, 
bitch my body body SMOKIN!

i get the cheese by the Chuck E,
but there’s no damn token.

my bad i slept on your raps, 
now i am awoken.

im a Brand, im a Logo.. hehe, SLOGAN!


fuck wrong with these bitches, 
im not fucking with these bitches.

im the CAPTAIN, 
that’s the way it CRUNCH,
 im crunching on these bitches.

wait im lunching on these bitches.

*laughs* .. yo, lemme- check this out, check this out..

im made for this, 
& you’re a maid for this.

i mean you do this shit for free
 & i get paid for this.

& i hear you bitches dissing,
but y’all PAID for this.

& the remix you wanted to get on,
i was asked to, i wasnt paid for this.

debit card blacker than my MIU MIU
patent leather boot.

heard your fucking music,
& that shit is boo boo, boo 

you get on the stage,
& they tell your stupid ass boo.

now you realize that im the hottest 
& we’ll never be cool.

but that money hella beaucoup.

y’all know what beaucoup means in New Orleans?

that means a lot, in case you was stupid.

ok? yo!

(CLOSER) 

bitch look at my money, 
bitch look at the bundle.

bitch look at these inches,
bitch look at these bundles.

bitch you are my baby,
bitch look at the bundle.

features only time you buzzin, 
B(EE) you do not BUMBLE.

BITCH! & that’s how the cookie crumble,
& that’s how the ball fumble.

& you dusty ass bitches 
like a tumble.. WEED!

PLAN B

Whole Lotta Sunrise - Playboy Carti (Remix)
(Prod. perkyjaay)

Lyrics:

diesel on my body, 
im so fast these bitches furious.

how the hell you flopping
& you take this shit so serious?

if i didn’t pave the way,
you would never be here to diss.

she’s not hard to clear,
& i don’t think she know how clear it is.

i think she need a drink,
she got no energy to bang with me. 

ever since i sent the old bitch out,
these hoes cant hang with me.

these bitches got no name to me, 
these bitches stay the same to me.

all i want is bread, 
& these bitches cant get no grain with me.

find your own style,
& maybe your money could get longer.

drop a REAL hit,
maybe you can stay here longer.

faggot say he “fish”,
he the “best” & his nose got longer.

said she the “coldest”,
got my blanky & i start to slumber.

sit back, get a stack, count that, fat ass, bounce that,
everything i do is big like sean,
so im gone bounce back.

all you rapper bitches is my babies, 
but i bounce back 🤰.

still one fourteen pounds, 
one thousand eight twenty four ounce that.

told that bitch to JUMP, 
she won’t even fucking pounce that.

bitches want my cheese so bad,
i call these bitches house rats.

finna pull the mouse trap, 
you bitches not bout that.

went from BURLINGTON, JCPENNY, & back, go brag about THAT.

this that hop up out the lamb 
with the ‘lenciaga lamb skin.

then i walk in Ruth’s Chris, 
order sea bass samon.

give me my flowers bitches,
you know that i am brandin’.

where is the DJ?
where is candance cameron. 

im one of charlies angels,
yea bitch im diaz cameron.

heard you counterfeit, 
bitches shop at ross like they cameron.

don’t get gassed bitch,
don’t get pumped up!

‘fore i tell my bitch, 
to put my pumps up.

if you wanna be up in the front so bad,
i’ll put my trunk up.

poor baby couldn’t afford a feature,
so she remixed & she lucked up!


got niggas singing to me like they giveon

im so christina, how i count a million

bitches cant accept that nobody put me on

i body any beat that you gone get me on

solo no dissing, now we see who really on

in that versace, so we see who really don

i got more pros so we seein who really con

that bitch is nuts so we seein who really corn.


corn on the cob bitch, 
need a new job bitch.

dunking on bitches, 
exterminate her like im bob bitch.

they say they spittin, 
well then i slob bitch.

rapper try hard, 
i just sit back smile & nod bitch

you’re the odd one out, 
& you’re a odd bitch.

i don’t even with the odds bitch.
fuck you, fuck your facade bitch. 

i mean my bank account, 
got hella zeros nigga.

told you im not your enemy, 
im your super hero nigga.

im the flyest bitch,
balenci neck pillow nigga.

if we was strippers,
then these niggas wouldn’t feel her nigga.

this fox, not faux fur chinchilla nigga.

now tell me who the fuck colder.

heard mattel spit venom, 
something like them cobras.
balenciaga hourglass, black leather cobra.

my stylist just put my hair in,
her music im not hearing.

im looking for the mean girls,
im lookin for cady heron.

mirror mirror, tell the truth. 
who these bitches daring? 

no who the fuck these bitches daring.

im the reason bitches 
wearing what they wearing.

& im the reason bitches rapping 
what they rapping.

& all these old bitches
 keep talking bout the past tense.

my figure too nice, my niggas be with that action.

Mother Nature

Lyrics:

wrong bitch, feeling hit 
‘bout the wrong shit.

when i press her, they gone ask her 
what’s wrong bitch?

& she gone say, she
got into it with the wrong bitch.

hm, im still the hostess,
& my name ding dong sis.


you would think her leaving
made the completion go away

left, came back,
wasnt competition anyway

they tryna cancel ‘tel on a 
big petition anyway

but note, im booked, 
composition anyway.


these bitches thinking that 
they losing cause im in the way.

i mean it’s half true,
half wrong, in a way.

she said she “better than me”?
SIKE, i was finna say.

these bitches seen my impact,
less than a day.


stop depending on other 
rap bitches lyrics.

you bitches is old as fuck, 
& im fine like wine & they spirits.

they wondering why im winning,
i said it’s the Holy Spirit.

you bitches ain’t really fly,
you bitches really them spirits.


im american, all about myself,
im so arrogant.

never really worried bout my kids,
bad parenting.

count a mill-i-on (milian)

judging bitches like im marilyn.

group of niggas knocking at your door,
like they caroling.


how it’s playtime,
& you barely even get plays? 

this hoe a fem top,
& she barely even get play.

you still my dog lil bitch,
sit/stay.

got ‘em nervous, 
got ‘em scared, pit stain.


look at your 1k to my 6
im hard to reach bitches.

really tried to lend a hand, 
i tried to teach bitches.

like amanda seyfried,
i got chloé on my feet bitches.

never been the type to beef,
always tryna meet (meat) bitches.


she wanna front?
push that bitch wig back.

if she broke, tell her ass fix that.


miserable. 

little rapper bitches
 ain’t even in my peripheral.

im too hard bitch, synonym: difficult.


these bitches ain’t at least catchy,
if not lyrical.

POP it OFF like PETER,
& my wrist on WATER MIRACLE!

if i tell you what im whippin,
you would think that it’s a miracle.

im the type to check up on 
these bitches like it’s clinical.


loser ass bitches 
always tryna steal my motto.

we’re not the same, 
no potato, patoto.

Christian Dior Vintage John Galliano.

bars move more weight 
than that nigga El Chapo.


yea! Dior Saddle Pochette,
 i don’t do that poor shit.

pull up to the venue, 
yes i valet Porsche it.


loser bitches still with that dissing,
that’s just some more shit.

never natural, 
bitch you always tryna force shit.

only princess you can be is Fiona.

fuck you look like? OGRE!

had to wake these
 rap bitches up like fogers.

she think she ride the beat
like a HARLEY, that bitch a JOKER.

watch your mouth, 
put it to your gap, to your molar.

LAST time she tried to 
steal my style bitch i stole-her.

bitch you don’t look good, 
bitch you don’t sound good.

i don’t know who told her.


it’s clear they wanna start me.
that’s Stella McCartney.

didn’t mommy tell you fags,
“not to play with the barbie”? 

i ain’t with the lovey dovey shit,
i aint Barney.

im at Barney’s, slides on Marni, 
& the bag Coperni.


don’t call the lord now,
we ain’t gone “KUMBAYA” 


when im shitting on these bitches,
just admit that i do it.

just admit we not congruent.

just admit who the influence.

gave you bitches time to blow 
& y’all muh’ fucking blew it.


i wanna know who clearing muah.

bitch look at my repertoire.

all up on my pussy, clit.
all up on my fuckin twat.

like a microwave,
bitch you HAD time to get hot.

she lost the spot, i took the spot.
she HOT cause im HOT!


ain’t about the money, 
tell these bitches (a)rrivederci 

i mean look at what my shirt say.
act like everyday my birthday. 


& my wrist is on cataclysm.
& we ain’t gone play your plagiarism.


mattel “Anna Mae”.

steady counting cake.

Talking Tom bitches
 tryna say what i say.

don’t got the 
talent, body, looks, or the money!

so it’s not me!

your nigga brining me flowers 
like it’s may!

Kumbaya (Prod. Arrogant)

(Prod. jiffy rockets)


Lyrics:


(Intro)

now this right here 
some blonde ass shit bitch

better than me? 
you blind as shit bitch

my closet full of that
one of a kind shit bitch

we ain’t similar 
not even a bit bitch


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela,
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Verse 1: Mattel)

ew who the fuck are you?
im not finna argue
head to toe miu miu 
my niggas go pew pew


they got me bent
in that bent’
roll up my 5 percent tent 
& these bitches know im camp
but i aint talking bout no… 


im a diva, fashionista
& i look like mona lisa 

make a nigga, swipe the amex,
fuck a visa

throw that dough up,
just like it’s pizza

i chew like the beat 
just like pika

im mother bitch ask teresa 


yea i’m always on my mother, 
bitch go clean your 
fucking room out 

which one think she flyer, 
ima have to 
get the broom out 

bitches really looney, 
why the fuck you 
put them tunes out 

bitches acting stupid,
ima have to call the goons out


you washing tons?
well im with benjamin 

i go nuts like a yellow bag 
full of m&m’s

i show these bitches how to flow,
sound fish, & push a pen

i cannot see you bitches through
these schiaparelli lenses 


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela,
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Verse 2: BL0NZEE)

Now mirror mirror, who’s the fairest? 

These niggas embarrassed. 

Heels on milan, 
yeah the blondie out in paris. 

My barbie on mattela. 

She with the blonderella, 
I’m posing in my skin tight crop, margiela. 


So Now she claiming that she z, 
so ima have to call the booms out. 

Feeling like the minions, 
ima have to pull the moons out. 

Oops, im on my janet, 
ima let a boob out. 
Hanging with Klu klux klan, 
let the coons out. 


I ain’t shopping with vanilla, 
these bitches call me Priscilla. 
I’m fucking with them drug dealers. 
I’m going ape, like gorillas. 
My niggas is in my villa, 
I’m flaming bitches, godzilla. 
I’m city living, manilla. 
My coat is made of chinchilla. 


I aint talking about no uber, 
when i say you getting taxed out. 

He call me his ruby so 
his credit card i max out. 

She think she a ace 
until i bring a couple jacks out. 

Shitty booty bitches, 
ima have to bring the lax out. 

Pimping niggas out, I tell them 
pull them fucking racks out. 

You ain’t seeing me lil mami, 
you is in a cash drought. 

I ain’t talking jimmy when
 i say i got the mask out. 

They should call me lizzie cuz
 da way I’m getting axed out


(Chorus)

face, pamela 
titties, pamela
pin up, pamela 
famous, pamela
rich, pamela
you can’t handle her
you ain’t pamela
bitch im pamela 


(Outro)

i lay these rap bitches out,
where’s the bed sheet?

i win in everything,
mami check my spreadsheet

i only fuck him if 
his pockets on hefty

go against me you took an
L-vis presley 


oh you can’t take it,
but you dishin it?

bitch you washed 

go find your own style
cause, bitch you lost 

see i stay around the bloods,
like a fucking clot 

so stop acting like you hard 
when we know you not

Pamela (feat. Zailyn Love)

(Prod. SoloGoinBrazy)

Lyrics:


(Mattel)

i know they gone hate this, 
look at all they faces 

if i wasn’t here, 
barbie wouldn’t be on they pages 

money different colors, 
how the fuck can i be racist?

in our maserati’s doing 
donuts & we racin

face it..


bitches ain’t been 
what i been on

talkin bout who fallin off, 
you ain’t been on

you name a block 
that the barbie ain’t spin on

he whip it out & then 
tell me to get on

i get my nut then 
i tell him to get on

get in that benz & then
whip it like willow 

that bitch is washed up,
that bitch on her brillo

i’m on my scarlet,
i’m blacking like widow 


listen little mami, 
what you selling, we not buying

only time you hard bitch, 
is when you try it

saying she the main bitch,
you know she lyin

bitch im too fly &
i ball, kobe bryant 


(Chorus)

don’t give a fuck 
bout no whack bitch

i get that money 
& stack bitch

they talking behind 
my back bitch

probably cause they 
in the back bitch

never worried bout 
a rap bitch

run up on me 
it’s a wrap bitch

you don’t want it 
to get bad bitch 

that nigga know 
i’m a bad bitch 


(Tre)

Ayo
Sit sit sit right here
Ain’t met a bitch that spit this clear
I am a rap bitch goals 
If she get to close
Then I’m popping her top like beer

Barbie and Don, yea this duo is badder
Bitches be talking, hoe stop with the chatter
Cause we are the topics and we the top picks
Drop a new hit just to make bitches madder

Yo
Bitches ain’t up on this status
I got the magic like I was Aladdin
Moving dem bricks, dem ki’s, dem grams and ounces 
Just to go get a new Patek

I know they gagging
Mad because I am on top of the game, like I’m in the attic
I’m in that Murcielago, swerving dem pot holes
Flip on the beat, acrobatics

Uh
Cute Heaven Top come and bless this
Eat a rap bitch up for breakfast
Popping dem tags, it’s making em mad
Cuffing like he wan arrest this

Fasho these bitches gon take this
Since she wanna go out and make diss
I do not know bout these bitches
But I know that all of my opps gon hate this


(Mattel)

i know they gone hate this,
diamond tennis bracelet 

bitch you been my daughter, 
waiting on you to embrace it 

bitch you need a face lift,
i see why they hate sis 

money long, talented, 
pretty mug, waist sinched

i dont gotta say shit,
these bitches already know 

look like snow white, 
but spit poison apple 

only doll that you can be is a troll

get it? cause bitches 
swear they be a troll 


(Chorus)

don’t give a fuck 
bout no whack bitch

i get that money 
& stack bitch

they talking behind 
my back bitch

probably cause they 
in the back bitch

never worried bout 
a rap bitch

run up on me 
it’s a wrap bitch

you don’t want it 
to get bad bitch 

that nigga know 
i’m a bad bitch 


(Back & Forth)

it’s barbie & the don-da,
mother & the father

Peach and Pauline setting trends,
that these bitches gon follow

so i pull up in that tonka,
color of willy wonka

You play dumb, you get conquered, 
show you that I’m a monster


(Mattel)

these silly ass bitches 
ain’t never gone get it

get me on like any beat,
know i’m gone rip it 

you still on your troll? 
but you looking like bridget

the bergen, them birkins 

boy fuck all them digits


(Tre)

I’m fucking up commas
I’m throwing up dollars
These bitches ain’t know to stunt 
But I taught dem
I told em that I been the shit
Since a toddler
I’m making him sing to the cat like Amala

Barbie and Don gon stay in the ring
Itching for beef, like it’s crack, they feen
My album crack, the fuck do they mean
This new drop gon make bitches switch up the team

‘Dul Jabar, I am Kareem
I am the king because I’m a machine
Fucked up cha life, u done got guillotined
Cause I’m in the castle, and Barbie the Queen


(Mattel)

you know that 
i always win

talking bout you barbie,
but you know that i been

bitch you nothing but garbage,
belong in a bin

& i’m still looking for ken

Hate This (feat. Tre Milano)

Lyrics:

let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


corny ass bitch,
with your corny
ass flows

with your corny 
dhgate, with your
corny ass clothes

i wanna hop
up out the rolls 

with my pockets
full of rolls

these bitches 
know how this 
shit bout to go


i win the gold,
gabby tease 

winning streak,
know these rap 
bitches mad at these 

dropped moodboard
bitches ain’t said a thing 

bitch talking bout designer, 
never had a piece


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


they know i shut
this shit down

you ain’t the one,
your career on countdown

break any rapper bitch
down like a pound 

i brought the barbie
shit to soundcloud

that means you hoes
just got to bow down

bitch go clean my 
mother fucking crown

everybody want 
mattel sound

bunch of lost hoes
what i found


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


Pull up in something that’ll piss of PETA
Don’t give a fuck unless it’s about the
Velveeta
Need a lil money? That’s too bad
Nanana boo boo, wouldn’t wanna be ya’

What i got on now, gotta roll your tongue when you say it,
You don’t wanna talk money, You a bum and you save up,
And my name? man you gotta be dumb if you say it
Cause I attach the MAC and the drum when i spray it

Popping these percs like an addict, We don’t wear remy or plastic
Bitches is tragic
It was “Ah-ha! Ah-ha!” but now bitches ain’t doing that laughing

Pockets digornio, lotta cheese, lotta dough boy
Leave this shit to a pro boy,
Cause all that popping up all unexpected, get you killed baby—pro choice 

I’m such an actress, my life is a movie
Who gon’ tell brian to stay out the stewie?
These bitches wanna B. me like they Junie
Frosted Flakes and the pebbles on my wrist stay fruity

It’s a stick up, stick up
(These bitches whack and they bummy)
It’s a stick up, stick up
(I’m getting racks, getting money)


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down


still living like
london tipton 

pulled up in that pink coupe 
with the ceiling missing

call peta, cause 
i’m bout to beat
brian griffin

ima kill ‘em like
i’m freddy on 
the count like benson

looks, body, money, talent 
they gone know the difference

how the fuck you so vicious
with them girly disses?

know these bitches
want a jeanie, how they
keep on wishing

that they gone surpass me,
hoe you gotta be kidding 


like ki on that, 
bitch ki on that

only good for 
some beats bitch
ki on that 

first life suck so 
second life you be on that 

but fuck it, i aint
even gone get into that


my flows a biscuit,
short of a picnic 

aint talking pancakes,
get to the bis-quick

i skate like ripstick’s

your songs get crickets 

bitch i go stupid,
like im autistic 

materialistic,
i’m narcissistic

so futuristic,
they not on this shit

& win is a must 
like under arm pits 

i’m barbie, where’s midge?
cause you not a smidge bitch


let me go shut
this shit down

i’m finna shut 
this shit down

they know i
shut this shit
down 

down, down

SHUT DOWN (feat. Malibu Way)

(Prod. K-rock Rockin)

Lyrics:

only barbie bitch
with the actual 
barbie’s bitch

since 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
i just been a 
barbie bitch 

so when y’all hear 
a hating fat bitch lying,
don’t believe that shit

cause i told her put a 
piece up & she’s yet to
put up shit 


bitch i push 
my pen & it hurts
like a needle

couldn’t have 
the talents if you 
was a fucking
eagle 

if she keep 
on talking gone & 
pass the desert eagle

but let her
keep on talking
cause she losing 
like the eagles


you giving waffle house

we not gone talk it out

but you my dog so we can 
go outside & walk it out

& she obsessed 
with me, wait & see 
what i’m dropping now

used to be quiet but 
now the bitch wanna 
pop it now


ball like super bowl,
bitch you super old

if she think she
nicki then that
bitch a stupid hoe

i got bank rolls,
you got belly rolls

you ain’t getting
green, you don’t 
even eat vegetables


like bitch get back,
name go click clack

anything i want, 
i’m gone get that

get me any beat,
i’m gone rip that

go bananas, im gone
split that

bitch you broke,
you need to fix that

push your wig back,
get my get back 

put the crown 
down you don’t fit that 

everything all
these hoes do, 
been did that


you giving waffle house

we not gone talk it out

but you my dog so we can 
go outside & walk it out

& she obsessed 
with me, wait & see 
what i’m dropping now

used to be quiet but 
now the bitch wanna 
pop it now


bitch im like god,
they see me & gawk

bitch you’re like.. odd
all you do is mock

all you do is stalk,
bitch you is a fraud

bitch i am the princess
and you couldn’t be 
the frog


no forealeo, bitches 
know the dealeo

pass me the emilio,
bitch im really 
billie goat 

you milli vanilli hoe, 
dizzy hoe, can’t fuck 
with no silly hoe

can’t fuck with mo
big bitch either, i’m just
 too damn skinny hoe


you giving waffle house

we not gone talk it out

but you my dog so we can 
go outside & walk it out

& she obsessed 
with me, wait & see 
what i’m dropping now

used to be quiet but 
now the bitch wanna 
pop it now


tell a bitch calm it,
i’m a shooting star 
like a comet

read her like 
hooked on phonics

keep it in the 
comments

put it on your
top like a bonnet

throw the money
up like a vomit

don’t nobody 
do not doll shit
less me & my girls 
co-sign it

so lil bitch give
it up cause we’ll
never ever co-sign it

Waffle House

Lyrics:

barbie go round 
the world

i been the girly girl

get on the beat &
i twirl 

throw money up
like a hurl

said i make his toes 
curl 

all of these bitches
washed like whirl 

bitch im the bomb,
pearl

and i’m killing bitches
like pearl


anyways eli, you know i’m
 the one they tryna be like 

sit a bitch back, that’s a 
motherfucking recline 

face never decline, 
he always reply 

up in that g5, 
every time we fly 

refried, keep it a bean

i made you bitches 
start banging that pink
 
now i got these bitches 
claiming they princess

when months ago you was 
saying you queen 


i see you bitches 

i am not dreaming, 
stop pinching 

don’t see no well
but they wishing

that’s why i switch it 

who had them worried 
bout digits?

even jaida know i pink it


like.. i’m the throne,
you ain’t near that

bitch you ass…….. nair that!

ELIVISION - WRLD (feat. Barbie)

Lyrics:

with all that promo 
that you buying

i just thought 
that you would
shake sum 

& im endorsing 
strippers, gone 
ahead & shake sum

it’s like i can’t do 
anything, they 
always take sum

it’s like i’m getting 
cake so now they 
tryna bake sum


but anyways bitch
i’m here and the 
check clears

i told my stylist,
get me vintage 
jean paul gaultier

& i don’t really fuck 
with queers, they
not my peers

the tops here,
you not here,
face is top tier


“barbie she not
worth it, she can’t
even out-rap you”

see? you a whack 
a bitch, ian even
gone whack you

messy bitch you
better clean it up
like a vacuum

cause i’m wildin
out, what we doing 
in the classroom?


bitches can’t fuck
with me

bitches can’t fuck
with me

everywhere i go
they tell me that
i’m pretty

if i leave him then
i know he gone miss
me 

better lay low 
when i come out 
like whitney

anything i’m 
wearing pink
like whitney 

better use your
words careful 
when you diss me

it’s me mother
-fucker, it’s me


wait who dissed? 
who this? 

bitches don’t do this 

bitch i won’t 
respond cause
i’ll leave your ass 
toothless 

bitch i been 
the princess 

bitch i been 
the shoe fit 

you was never 
princess, but keep 
dreaming.. lucid 

bitch i go nuts, 
boston (baked beans) 
massachusetts 

you a fat bitch, 
but when you rap 
bitch, you don’t 
chew sis 

not my fault that
i’m the one they 
always gonna 
choose sis 

i was born to win, 
you was clearly 
born to lose sis 


if i’m with a nigga 
then he blowing 
a band 

so i don’t know 
why bitches think
we sharing a man 

bitch im a brand,
yea hoe bitch im a
brand 

pass me the milk,
cereal, raising 
they brand


i ain’t talking
matte hoe 

when i say 
i black hoe

bitches see me 
winning, what the 
fuck you think 
they rap for? 

go against me,
you know your
career a wrap hoe

no really go look
at her page, her
career a wrap hoe


you might could 
flow, but where 
your bars at?

bitch i mean your 
bars whack

talking about
leather bitch
where the fuck
is your cars at?

i be where the 
stars at

balling where
lamar at?

meanwhile
you steady 
making shit up
like where nars at


ouchies, body on
emily ratajkowski 

what the hell would 
these rap bitches 
be doing without me 

same bitches starting
rap was the same 
ones who was 
doubting 

count it then 
we outie, baddest
bitch in every county
  
(PRETTY GANG)


bitches can’t fuck
with me

bitches can’t fuck
with me

everywhere i go
they tell me that
i’m pretty

if i leave him then
i know he gone miss
me 

better lay low 
when i come out 
like whitney

and i stay
around the 
pink like whitney 

better use your
words careful 
when you diss me

it’s me mother
-fucker, it’s me

SHAKE SUM

Lyrics:

jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)


alla that gossiping, 
cock sucking, wrist 
on neapolitan 

so pretty, i belong 
in cosmopolitan

ain’t no debate bitch 
i do not do politics 

beefing with me gone 
result in some hollow tips 


fuck hoes thought? 
that i was gone let up 

bitch you corn dog, 
don’t think you gone 
catch up 

my life’s a movie, 
directed by greta 

pig in a wig, why the
fuck would y’all pep her?


rule number one, never 
ever trust a broke hoe 

actress, tony 
baller, romo 

barbie only fuck with 
bad hoes, no homo

they know im a inspo, 
i don’t need promo 

pretty irl, i don’t 
got a bad photo 

thinking that she better
then she coo coo, cocoa

if she wanna kill herself,
i let a bitch, momo 

i ain’t letting none 
of these faggots 
breathe no more 


..gogo, yea you 
get booted 

these hoes sound 
better to me when 
they muted 

these bitches stupid
& broke, why they rapping 
designers when they can’t
afford or compute it?

pretty gang president, 
all of the baddies saluting 

a problem but, 
she the solution 

teaching these hoes, 
she can’t even be 
my substitution 

stop feeding into 
her delusion, illusion 


you know im 
mother to many 

name like any, bitch who 
ain’t pinch on my penny 

im the omega 
like kenny

like cassie im pretty,
but i do not fuck 
with diddy 

you been a fan 
like a ceili', no for 
real really 

bitch i am not 
signing titties 

all of these stones, 
like how i could i be pissy? 

you get it? bitch kidney 

these bitches my kiddy!


i got braum’s, turkey hill, 
bryers, baskin robins, talenti 

they telling T.A.L.E ‘s
they don’t the N & T 

all that coming out
your mouth, make you 
get some missing teeth 

& my money B.I.G, i can 
build a christmas tree, see? 


you don’t want smoke, 
this is a dab pen 

went against me, 
well look what
happened

i don’t gotta click up 
with no opp hoes

i don’t gotta write 
shit on the backend

if i ever wanna 
leave the rap game

let’s see how long 
these bitches lasting 

oh wait, bitches cant, 
cause they depending 
on me

so watch how all 
them hoes quit rap then


bitch im everything 
y’all aren’t

pulling cards, 
hallmark

rap better, look better, 
live better, walmart 

made em cop the blue box, 
i ain’t talking pop tart  

wonder where i be,
bitch im sitting at
the top part 


& i stay bitches 
heads like a top knot

i been hot since 
ice cream & hopscotch

they only play your
songs at the chop shop

i told that nigga eat
the pussy like it’s hot pot


vanilla bean, mint chip, 
chocolate, strawberry 

blue bell, blue bunny, 
häagen-dazs, ben & jerry 

i don’t think bitches 
get what time it is, military 

i’m killing careers hoe, 
obituary, cemetery 

washing bitches, 
sanitary 

bitches know 
im legendary 

say my name three 
times, that’s a barbie 
bloody mary

maybe i should go 
carry (carrie) 

heavn with the 
burberry

pull up in the
butternut & the guts 
on cherry


wrist on road-rocky,
that’s just swarovski

cartier, tiffany, 
van cleef, bvlgari

i can’t be around 
too many gays,
y’all clocky

would diss you 
back, but you
don’t go the moxie


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but i don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup) 


jewelry look ice cream, 
come & get you some (yum)

bum bitches hating,
but we don’t give a fuck (yuck)

jewelry look ice cream, 
french vanilla truck 

but-butter pecan on guts, 
put some cherries
in my cups (yup)

Ice Cream

Lyrics:

barbie come through
in vintage moschino

coming out the whip,
caramel frappuccino

think they princesa
just muchacho negro

big fat bitch, meanwhile
i’m size zero 


bitch you ain’t shit,
i’m the reason you exist

bitch your songs getting
skipped, steady faking
all them hits

and you couldn’t be 
the princess if you
and the frog kissed

hoe that face is 
revolting, sour, and
hideous bitch


uht oh, uht oh

(i ain’t even done yet)


still tryna ki cause
she know i got
the padlock

causing all that
ruckus with your
uncle ass, boondocks

how the fuck you
girly with a flat top
& lip gloss?

live, look, & rap
better.. who’s really
pissed off?


he said i look 
like a barbie doll

pretty face & the 
waist small

i told him i ain’t
into romance 

all my best friends
call me hilton 


hell yea im the 
motherfucking princess 

hell yea bitch i
been the fucking 
princess

hell yea i know 
a ton of fucking princesses

but you a poor fat boy
so you not one bitch


hell yea im the 
motherfucking princess (4x)

Ayesha Erotica - Princess (feat. Barbie)

Lyrics:

on that shit they 
ain’t never on

bitches salty,
sodium, barbitone

why they keep 
on saying that you 
want the barbie tone?

why you only wanna
move when the 
barbie gone?

it’s going down
—syndrome, where 
the chromosomes?

entendres, word play,
homophones

i ain’t fucking with
you gays i’m a 
homophobe 

cause y’all still 
washed up like
a load of clothes


i don’t play with
these hoes, i don’t
see a DS

come through & i’m
dropping GCDS

all that BS, bitch 
sound a mess

bitches my kids, 
recess, PBS 

think they fly,
but they ain’t 
leave the nest 

they buy my shit 
cause they know
i’m the best

they pay you less,
fly like southwest

don’t get no press
so i see why they
pressed


i don’t mean to
brag when i pull
up in that jag

when im walking 
up in saks, tell them 
put it in the bag

you don’t got it
in the bag, bitch
you all up in the back

when they hell y’all
gone tell her she wack
& that’s facts


& of course mad 
hoes gone link up

but we done did
everything they can 
think of

that’s why hoes 
always up in my 
pink cup

that’s why barbie
still balling like
meat sub


i’m still classic,
i’m still classy

pretty like cassie,
bitch i been a baddie

standing on business,
i’m so business savvy

something like coleslaw
my flow is so nasty 

run through your shit 
like a comb & it’s nappy

they want my formula 
like krabby patty

bitches get pies to 
the face like a patty

stay with that chloé
on me like im halle


im the iphone, bitch 
you on your motorola 

i’m the corvette, you
toyota corolla

all them fake views,
& all that payola 

still don’t got no 
bars, still don’t got 
granola

bitch my face is 
ova, your career is over 

you ain’t the princess,
but you give fiona

pull out the range
rover & don’t get 
pulled over

bitch i’m a fly
bitch, you just
a layover


like uh uh uh,
bitches is feeding
off me for the buzz

blacking on beats 
like the back of the bus

all the way covered
up, he still gone bust

fucking with me all 
my niggas gone buss

your face is hard, but 
lil bitch you ain’t tough

talking designers
that you never touch

don’t know if they
hate me or they
got a crush 


wait

on this song alone,
bitch is on a lot of flows

hot at the top, 
i ain’t talking no stove

went against me,
murder she wrote

but who even 
knows, is that what 
she wrote? 

me & you never
up in the same boat

you a basic bitch
with some basic pros

with your basic flow
& your basic clothes

basically you ain’t 
nothing but a basic 
ass hoe


and that’s word to 
kash kash

tell them bitches 
get some kash kash

tell bitches look at
the stats stats

im always first &
and you last last

oh, that’s why
they mad mad

crack me a bitch
with this crack crack

im everything that 
you lack lack

baby where your
similar lac? lac (2x)

KA$H

Lyrics:

peruvian bundles,
fur straight from 
the jungle

bitch i am the best 
so why the fuck 
would i be humble? 

get ready to rumble,
bitches still my 
son though

told him eat the cookie
out the box like it’s
crumble (2x)


i’m the one you
ain’t even two

bitch i win, you
always gone lose

bitches know that
barbie the shit 

so they always 
do what i do

i do not put on 
no foot locker boo

you can’t walk a mile
in my shoes

i’m the reason all of 
these fags had the
courage to hop in 
the stu

*oop*

but these bitches 
bum though

but i got these 
bundles 

bitches always 
tryna be like me

but bitches 
unknown

get that cake, 
that funnel, pussy
wet like puddles 

nigga give me cash
so i can dip, don’t 
wanna cuddle


peruvian bundles,
fur straight from 
the jungle

bitch i am the best 
so why the fuck 
would i be humble? 

get ready to rumble,
bitches still my 
son though

told him eat the cookie
out the box like it’s
crumble

PERUVIAN BUNDLES

Lyrics:

da-da-da, da-da, 
da-da, da-da (2x)


ayo all these bitches
know i’m who they 
wanna be 

i mean i am the 
baddest bitch in
every country 

i pull up in that
transformer, color
bumblebee 

i’m in that d&g,
fuck you & your
dungarees


like everytime i say
“im coming”, bitches 
mark it on they calendar

it seem like they
dodging everytime 
i tell them “challenge her” 

i’m the OG princess,
you can’t even be the
passenger 

i ain’t with the bull
bitch, barbie ain’t a
matador 


bitch i get more 
cheese than a 
elbow macaroni

bitch i got more 
rings than a holy
matrimony 

bitch i’m such a
actress, where the
fuck my tony?

bitch you the doorman, 
like on jessie, bitch
you tony


now pass me the
keys to the mother
fucking tonica 

they sleeping on
your ass while you 
talking bout “insomnia”

you heard my bitch
when she said 
“step your cookies up”

so why you go from
janitor to working at
insomnia? 


da-da-da, da-da, 
da-da, da-da (2x)


ima need my flowers
cause you know that
i rose hoes 

in my rookie year
i was first pick,
derrick rose hoes

bitch i got a lot 
of rolls, but you know
i’m body goals

fly bitch from my
head, shoulder, knees, 
& fucking toes

i ain’t fucking with
him, let me go & 
see about his bro’s

pretty gang at nobu,
meanwhile y’all at 
papadeaux 


like bible, just ask
the dreamhouse, they 
recite my verses like a bible 

& if we in the club
then it’s a new money recital 

i’m vital, i’m busy,
i’m never idle, i’m your idol

i stamped the barbie,
princess, girly, blonde,
& mother title 


like all these bitches
know what the fuck it is 

name any bitch that
don’t know who the 
fuck i is

& if you don’t know,
i’m a woman of buis'

& i just so happen
to give these women
the buis'


like bitch you get it,
i’m the one that made
these hoes aesthetic 

they so pathetic,
i make movies hoe
give me my credit 

face card don’t 
decline, debit or
the credit?

she wanna beef 
with me, bout to make 
that bitch regret it

DA-DA-DA

Moodboard: Italia Reloaded

Lyrics:

first things first
up in the verse

got me a bag &
he got you a purse

give 'em that drake
& rihanna that

(work)

i get my cake ho’s
& i go to turks


nigga i’m hot, dawg
gimme the works

gimme the his,
gimme the hers

gimme the shoes,
gimme the furs

spur of the moment,
i ball like the spurs


go 'head & quit it

y’all bitches suck &
y’all know it, admit it

he wanna pet on 
the kitten

he say “the barbie 
exquisite” 

meanwhile you 
bitches horrific

name one thing y’all
ain’t bitten 

i’m the only bitch
had the nerve to
come & switch it

that’s why i say
“if you get it, 
you get it”

told 'em last project
to get on they pivot 

(wait)

everybody knows 
i run this shit 5x

*kelly speaks*


i know they feel her,
they are not realer

barbie is iller, she 
the don dealer

up in the villa, fur 
chinchilla

hoes so bitter niggas
wanna get with her

niggas be vanilla,
you know i’ma kill her

game so boring, where
is the spitters? 

you know i’m the
bitch they wanna 
get rid of 

you know that i am 
the bitch that they 
sick of, sick of


them bitches mad
cause i’m on

using my tone cause
they don’t got they own

saks is my home, 
nordstrom my home

that is where a real bad
barbie gone rome

wait, this is what my
fans want

but this is not what 
your ass want

maybe you do, 
maybe you don’t 

or maybe you scared
or maybe you clone(d)


like uhn, bitch 
what the fuck? 

you know we pull
up in that bentley truck

dollars and funds only
thing that i trust

i gotta win little bitch,
it’s a must 

me and my bitches is 
out in the club

sipping that bub',
we getting drunk

you can’t be us,
bitch you a bum

i got more talent up 
in my left thumb (ow!)


bitch you do not
got the guts 

outside vanilla and
cherry the guts

bitch you not cold,
you not even cut

he wanna feel on 
this lil' bubble butt

keep it a buck,
this ain’t no luck

i’m not obligated 
to give bitches love

all of the posts, 
all of the subs 

and that shit still 
couldn’t block all
my dubs

nigga nigga what?

fuck all you sluts

bitch you a hoffman,
i pay you dust

i need some cheese,
stuff in the crust

i told you bitches 
“enough is enough”

i’m going nuts, 
bitch i go stupid 

like i belong somewhere 
on the short bus

as for the nappy headed
ass hoes, they need a 
permenator & a brush

everybody knows
i run this shit 5x

bitch!

RUN THIS SHIT

Lyrics:

I’m so… (4x)

I’m so blind to the bullshit,
'nough on my plate, full shit

All they do is laugh at you 
dummy bitch on your fool shit

Say what you gone do, but
you’re never gonna do shit

Real plays and music, 
I don’t gotta prove shit 


Everytime I drop they don’t
got a choice but admit that 
I’m winning, bitch you null & void

I’m not sharing no titles
bitch, I am not Lloyd

Put some bass in your voice 
and stop mocking my voice 

Say you “better”, I’m
rolling all up in this Royce

You my seed, keep it bean,
I ain’t talking no soy

Step your Cookies and Chips
up, word to Ahoy! 

Or you get the “Boot” that’s 
word to my Cowboy


N-Nine times out of ten
I don’t gotta say shit

N-Nine times out of ten
I’m mothering your favorite

T-Talking 'bout a spot? 
What the fuck your ass taking?

D-Dropped and deleted cause
that shit was tanking

Stop all that playing, you buy 
that shit, they ain’t playing 

Bitch I’ma ball, I’ma go 
Super Saiyan 

Talking that shit when 
I’m skinny and pretty

You need a waist train
and that face is decaying


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If I get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If I get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)


Somebody tell her
ima put her in a casket

Wrist on Easter,
matter fact basket

Matter fact Ice Cream, 
matter fact Baskin

Who the fuck said you 
was done getting lashings?

Call her Potato the 
way im mashing

Stop tryna mix it up
we ain’t matching

She going crazy? 
well bitch i go bat shit

These bitches don’t 
know the half like a fraction


Please don’t touch 
these versace heels 

Sprees in the hills 
and he foot the bill

Might pop Percs &
pills for the thrill

All they do is steal 
and still im so ill

Bubblegum or Hot Pink
on my automobile 

I’m the best maid bitch,
they know ima big deal 

That’s about a couple mil'
if i do your little deal

Where they want the
Barbie at? UK or Brazil?


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If I get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If I get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)


Hold up, wait a minute, let me fixate bitch, She can’t hang if she ain’t about an 8 bitch,
Whole lotta body but your pockets losing weight bitch,
Pilate body but my pockets out of shape bitch

Hold up, wait a minute, let me fixate bitch, You can’t hang if you ain’t about an 8 bitch, You ain’t hear me on that Hard!/BEEN record? You still gon’ settle for a cheesecake bitch?

Ugh! Ew! Is you for real, man? Head to bank for my bills then,
I count it up, throw it in the Louis duffle, then Giuseppe pump out the building

Leave the rest to collect interest, nothing interesting with you bitches, Lil sis the only bitch fucking with me, Hold up wait a minute.. is that incest?

I’m really the Moodboard for these bitches, Hop out of the two door on these bitches, 
All I do Pop It Off so Undisputed cause I’m too bored with y’all bitches

I’m so Paris, I’m so Lindsay, I’m so Kim K, I’m so Britney
No matter where I go, They know a bitch name,
Mines brand new & yours flimsy


I’m pushing the pedal
He buying me petals 

They know they ain’t better
They know that it’s levels

If I get the Prada
That make me the Devil?

If I get the Rollie
It’s pink on the bezel

These bitches is corny
These bitches is kettle

I’m getting that cake 
Feel like Hensel and Gretel

These bitches is slow 
So they think that they special

I told 'em it’s crunch time 
I told 'em it’s Nestle (2x)

LVLS (feat. Malibu Way)

PERUVIAN BUNDLES (EXTENDED)

Lyrics:

now everybody wanna
get they ass a pretty gang

they getting silly,
i’ma pull a couple
silly strings

this that alexander 
wang with the 
helmut lang

i get the braids then 
you know i get the
chinese bangs

that little bitch career
a wrap, i got 'em 
tryna sing 

hit eliante, told 
him “go and ice 
my barbie chain”

these bitches don’t 
know where they 
going on that 
hate train 

and how you claiming
you different doing 
the same thing?


bitches bored get 
a couple cords

thinking she can
fuck with the 
moodboard

get the 44 special
leave this bitch up
in a gore

bitches still tryna
beat my last high 
score

you know the one
where i extincted 
all the dinosaurs?


but never mind that,
still ain’t reach my 
climax 

watching me like
IMAX

they like where 
the fuck you
find that?

go against the barbie,
brutality, mortal kombat 

crown and the ring,
don’t nothing move
till i sign that

hits i got a plethora,
box a bitch like ethika 

you a replica, bitch
i did that and etcetera

they cannot compare
to her, all them bitches
scared of her

i do it on the regular,
but i am not your 
regular


ayo, gimme the keys
to the mercedes

these bitches career
sinking like they 
name sadie

still living like london
tipton, yea bitch
“yay me” 

we closing the curtains 
if you try to play me


like knock it off hoe

you know i been 
princess ever since 
pop it off hoe

put my tiara on again, 
ima knock it off hoe 

keep on bugging me,
ima off a hoe

wanna get to acting 
like she paul then
i’ma walk a hoe


they got no meaning,
they don’t got no reason

fur coat and it’s vegan 
for every single season

if that bitch cold then 
i must be freezing

bitch i get the whole 
grain, you get the
wheat thin


now everybody wanna
get they ass a pretty gang

they getting silly,
i’ma pull a couple
silly strings

this that alexander 
wang with the 
helmut lang

i get the braids then 
you know i get the
chinese bangs

that little bitch career
a wrap, i got 'em 
tryna sing 

hit eliante, told 
him “go and ice 
my barbie chain”

these bitches don’t 
know where they 
going on that 
hate train 

and how you claiming
you different doing 
the same thing?


“ayo barbie!”

waddup? 

“i heard they tryna
make another you”

how they gone do 
that when none of
them is taking w’s

oops i left my lip 
gloss, y’all gone have 
to take a double u

i can’t be his bm
'til he put me in that w

fuck wrong with these
fuck bitches, i don’t 
gotta fuck with you

hottest style, every 
shoe, every single
color too

and when i leave bitch 
that don’t mean get 
comfortable 

it mean your ass
better be ready to
rumble boo

these bitches suck 
'specially on them
jerk beats

bitches keep on
sucking, i’m surprised
they ain’t got herpes

fat bitch we can’t work 
it out, you better do 
some burpees

cock a doodle doo,
bitch we get that
chicken early


now everybody wanna
get they ass a pretty gang

they getting silly,
i’ma pull a couple
silly strings

this that alexander 
wang with the 
helmut lang

i get the braids then 
you know i get the
chinese bangs

BARBIE CHAIN

Lyrics:

uh oh (3x)


ayo

i heard you dissing
& it got me bored

cause every time 
you rapping

bitch you getting 
chopped like a 
karate board

they know my body
bitch i body whores

they know i stay
up in the air & im the 
one but i ain’t gotta force 


all pinked out maybach,
shark boots & they 
stay locked 

they gone wait for 
the main drop

if i don’t move then
they can’t pop

money look like 
a rain drop 

we don’t go to
the same shop

if i’m not around 
then the game stop


all these diamonds
& this money on me
like a rainbow

all this money real, give 
a fuck if i’m a fake hoe

say that she don’t 
like me, bitch just say 
that you can’t take hoe

wonder what’s the next 
thing that i do that they 
gone take hoe


(i got em saying)

“princess we need you,
we live & we breathe you”

i’m the generous princess 
so let me feed you

pop goes the weasel,
popping out in that diesel 

bitch you not no mother, 
you gassed, dumb bitch you diesel


don’t know why these
bitches testing me, like
why they testing me?

they know i’m they mother,
it’s they mother fucking 
destiny—child

all of them bitches,
they in denial 

but what they doing
now.. i can pull from 
my old file


wait, you tryna run
the beat? 

at least get on the beat

standing ovation, get 
you clapped so please 
go take a seat

ain’t like none of my 
songs, but begged
me for a feat.

that whack ass EP, 
don’t do it for the GP


like i revived bitches 
careers, now y’all got 
them hoes on every song

but that’s what happen
when you can’t get me
on every song

but where the streams
go when your ass
stand alone?

that whack ass tone,
who the fuck gone 
wanna be your clone?


bitch i know it gotta sting a bit

how every time i spit
bitches feeling hit

but that’s just cause
bitches always sneak diss

but that’s just cause 
bitches always steal my shit 


but i don’t know man,
i’m too cold man

& the wrist too frosty,
snowman

all you other bitches 
gotta go man

cause i’m the greatest 
bitch like the showman


you can go viral 
all day little bitch

cause the talent
really don’t equate 
little bitch

two weeks, real 2k 
little bitch

i shoot shots, 2k
little bitch

that mean i’m 
too great little bitch

killing these hoes,
john wayne little bitch

wait little bitch, 
can’t take little bitch?

how ironic, you the main 
ONE to TAKE little bitch

KARATE BOARD

Lyrics:

keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga


it goes one, two, three
who it’s gone be?

B-a-r.. b-i-e

use them two last
letters then follow 
my example 

once she think she
hot, blow her out 
like a candle 

man i hate to smoke 
a bitch like a mother
fucking camel

i’m somewhere in the 
middle east sitting on a camel

then switch to the lambo,
stepped out the lambo

she ran up then i floored her
yup that’s orlando!


they know im the 
pinnacle, i’m what
bitches spitting for

break a rapper bitch down
get it? like a syllable 

anything you see me
doing, know i’m the original

they in the cords 
sounding like they 
came from my umbilical


go against the barbie,
this is not where you
gone win though

you ain’t fucking with
me, this is not no 
innuendo 

must be on that indo,
bitch i get it in though

anything you see me
pull up in got tinted 
windows

pass me the quilted 
pink chanel lambskin

ima blow that back 
soon as they bring my 
advance in

cut the rapping out, this 
is something you won’t 
advance in

if i take a break then
maybe you can get 
a chance in


keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga


i ain’t never need a nigga

i can buy that shit 
myself

never needed bitches,
pull up by my mother 
fucking self

that mean i don’t 
need no help 

y’all bitches look
like the help

when they try to gag me

bitch they end
up gagging 

i’m like “welp!”


when it come to these
bitches, color my ass 
unimpressed 

when i say these hoes
not fit, i mean not even a bit

don’t know why these
bitches tryna take every
single step

but you know the barbie
balling so bitch i’m 
never stressed 


um um um um

you’ll never catch 
the barbie hanging with
a bum bum 

just like a lollipop,
they suck & they
dum(b) dum(b)

go anywhere & bitch
i’m good, fuck where
you from from 


keep it g, you know 
you not it nigga

but let me see what’s
in your motherfuckin
wallet nigga

you know a knotted
bitch need her a 
knotted nigga

but when it come 
down to who paying
then i got it nigga 

i been a leader,
you aint never see 
me follow nigga

cause everybody
know my mother
fucking body nigga

don’t let this princess
shit fool you cause i
body niggas  

and if i take your 
shawty nigga, im
not sorry nigga

Knotted (Prod. DB!)

Prod. VinoMadeIt & DB! at the end 

Lyrics: 

im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab


these bitches know 
what it’s giving

reason they cooking
in the kitchen

this the thanks for
the giving?

they falling off just
like on beats

can’t name the last
one you written

so if we talking bout
your hits, can’t name
the last one you written


(PAUSE)

now y’all clicking up
(PAUSE)

now your numbers up
(PAUSE)

flow is such a bore
(YAWN)

bitch you old, menopause
barbie doll got no flaws

i got that effect cause 
everybody wanna 
beef with me

barbie the final boss


these bitches know 
who the fuck to
play with

i’ll body them & 
the hoes that they with

i ain’t never really need 
the hoes i came with 

on & offline you gone
get the same bitch

like when peter piper &
pick up the pepper 

you rapping better said
nobody ever 

never, please 
somebody get her

if they don’t get me
then they gonna get her


im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab


i don’t give a fuck 
how a bum bitch feeling 

i don’t give a fuck to 
be the motherfucking villain 

every time i turn around,
a bum bitch stealing

but somehow, someway
lil bitch i’m still it

you know that you feel it 

put hands on these
bitches, acrylic 

you know you 
not fly in your spirit

you said she dissed, 
i aint hear it

they know it’s a wrap 
if they let barbie clear it 
& clear it


barbie doll ready 
to rumble again 

they had a plan 
& it fumbled again 

took me a break to let 
bitches go step up they 
cookies and they let 
'em crumbl' again 

im never gonna be 
humble again 

im making hoes 
careers tumble again

(gain?)

you did it first, 
i’m like when? 

go get the proof
& i bet that i win


neck & my wrist 
& my finger on blizzard 

bitches that hate me 
was tryna be sisters 

who really ugly? 

bitch i never called 
you hoes pretty & y’all 
was just liking my pictures


now y’all got me 
seeing red 

don’t got the pink? 
then go get the red 

me & my man get
the money & spread 

bitch your career
just like yo daddy, dead 


im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab


who said that she won? 
go tell that bitch that
she lost it

i put these hoes on, 
im finna go press 
the off switch 

got no time to spare
for a hater bitch, clock it 

if i wasn’t rapping, these 
bitches wouldn’t be 
dropping   


gave these hoes the crown
just so they can see 
what it felt like

got it back & that’s how
i knew these bitches 
ain’t felt right 

copied me for so long, 
don’t remember what 
they self like 

i don’t never beef, 
it’s always asses to 
my belt like!


said i used to be what?
bitch shut the fuck up

wasn’t shit then 
& you still ain’t 

bitch you stuck 
because you suck

your body bad
& face on yuck 

hoe go get your 
money up

funny how they want me 
down, but they keep 
bringing me up


im in a new kinda bag
with a new kinda bag

making new kinda fags
get a new kinda mad

and i guess she can tag
if her shoe kinda fab

jag coupe color black
give a fuck about a tab

NEW (BAG)

Lyrics:

All of these bitches make 
me sick to my tummy

You tryna end me,
I’m counting money

Retarded, Wheelchair bound, 
I’ma go dummy

Bitch your career is a wrap,
like a mummy

Like bitch im your mommy

He calling me mommy

I’m wearing the crown,
you aint taking it from me

Like bow bow bow bow
We keeping the tommy

I’m wearing that 
Cherry Blossom Murakami  


Pull up in some shit you 
never really seen on a hoe

Put my wrist out and watch
how the ice bling on a hoe


Tryna rap like me, 
sing on a hoe

Name ring bells ding 
ding on a hoe

You know the Barbie never
been scared to swing 
swing on a hoe, oh


Nice to meet you,
I’m Ms. Get My Way Bae

Pull up in that Purosangue
up in Loewe

Now Barbie why the fuck 
you say what bitches can’t say?

And why when they bring 
up your name, bitches can’t take


3, 2, 1 nigga lift off

Every time I turn a round
a bitch pissed off

I would hate to come and 
get a bitch get clipped off

So when I come around
better have them lips off


I’m in my zone (6),
shoutout atlanta 

Bitch my closet
Hannah Montana  

No they can’t sit her 
and no they can’t stand her

You been a fan uh,
and you been a stan uh


They accolades, 
I put a triple on that

All them bitches big broke, 
put a cripple on that 

And my diamonds rainbow
like a skittle on that

And I’m hard to figure out
like a riddle on that

DA-DA-DA ll

(Prod. DB!)

Lyrics: 

Barbie back releasing 
Tell them bitches
“Pick they face up”

You already ugly
Don’t be bitter, fix your face up

Keep the pussy laked up
He can’t pick his face up

Not the Soundcloud rap bitch 
that’s gone delete her old tape stuff 

Insecure bitches
I hate old and newer bitches

Ain’t a bitch that really do it
I can name like fewer bitches

Very mindful, very cutesy
I’m with some demure bitches

Go on Oxford Dictionary 
Barbie Doll endure bitches

I ain’t even gag the live
This shit light

Nigga do not ask, 
you know this shit tight

Diamonds on my neck 
gone match the wrist light

Put the flash on, 
they having a fist fight

Made him go down
We don’t do 6-9’s

Talent, Twitter viral
It’s a thin line

'Specially when bitches
stealing them lines

My shit is 10 times
your trash shit, bin time

You bitches stupid, 
I will never have a Coup de grâce

They can be dolls all day, but
I’ma be the the final doll

You see me throw them hundreds up 
and then them hundreds fall

Ayo
Really Big Mama
I buy buildings, I don’t buy the blogs
Brat Summer
You my son
Let’s see how far the apple fall
These bitches hate when 
Lano link up with da Barbie Doll
Calling me Willow
Of the party, I’m the fireball

Burberry Custom Drip
I pull up with Ricardo Tisci
Sporting Givenchy
While you bitches still saying Givenchy
I’m putting hits on bitches heads
Cause you know I got plenty
Not Little Women Atlanta
But your money on mini (Minnie)

Green Piguet
But these hunnids blue
For all my opps 
I cook a mean beef stew 
Lie in the comments
About some shit I didn’t do
So now it’s off with bitches heads
Guillotine or the noose

Look in clos’
I keep a rich bitch shoe
From Gucci Pythons
To the Shark Lock Boot
They wanna be FATHA
Next Line is your clue
You know what Imma say 
Bitch it still couldn’t be you

Career out in Neverland
Beach, go catch a tan
Couldn’t beat Milano
Now she posting dick on Onlyfans
Kiss my ass and kiss my anus
All them disses didn’t land 
I’m still dragging bitches 
If the beef old or not
Give a damn 

It’s a rare occasion for these
bitches if I’m fucking with them 

If you fuck wit him, what makes
you think that I’m fucking wit him? 

Like bitch I keep a man and
ain’t no nigga fucking with him 

When we count money, that’s the 
only time i’m bucking with him

Bitches pulling from me 
like tweezers

Hundred for a doll feature

Now they tryna drop teasers 
Cliquing up with old geezers 

At the bottom, they feeders 
I’m somewhere, you can’t reach her 

Y’all know that I conceived her
Wish she would like a beaver

She can do it all day
But the bitch ain’t me 

Cause me? I’ma pull up 
in that “Bitch I’m me!”

You ain’t never see 
Barbie Doll use a B-O-T

And you can’t name 
anything they ain’t B-I-T

Yo, a bitch blinged out 
I bring them things out

I got them trying to rap now, 
trying to sing now

Don’t you see now? Is you senile?

You all up in the insights 
with the Dreamhouse

Ostrich bag with the Ostirch fur

I will never leave the throne,
bitch it will not be hers

I mean everything I say, 
bitch mark my words

Cause pretty soon won’t 
nobody really listen to her

I mean it’s really just simplicity
Bitch where is your identity 

Like sit back really think
“Is there really some 
fucking skill in me?”

Bitches over there giving me
thinking they fucking killing me

So how the fuck you not feeling 
me when all you do is steal from me?

Pick your face up, bitches 
pick your face up (3x)

Bitches know they suck that’s 
why they bot them plays up

PYFU (feat. Tre Milano)

Lyrics:

“Tela hoes need 
them a bitch to pop”

Well tell them weak 
hoes I’m the bitch to pop

They still up on bots 
tryna fix the plot?

Keep it g bitch 
I don’t want shit you got


First hoes came out
tryna sound like me

Like bitch your first 
song said shoutout me

So now they tryna sing
and now they doin feat’s

On my type of beats
just to outdo me


Tell her bum ass to kneel
—Patrick Harris

IRL doll, y’all Facetune & Paris

Had a whole wave of fags 
tryna be Paris 

They always think you’re me
You not embarrassed? 


Mirror.. Mirror.. which bitch the fairest?

(You princess, & she can’t be the Heiress) 

I’m at the Trump, but I’m on team Harris 

Pretty soon your career is gonna perish


Man get yo bum ass on 
Man what yo bum ass on?

Like everything you bitches do
confirm that y’all my clone

They need me here, why they 
trying so hard to get me gone?

They want the formula, you 
can hear that shit in they tone 

Well bitch you blown your cover
Tell bitches take some cover

Yea bitch I’m mother and that
get back is a motherfucker

Sign of the cross, tell these
bum bitches it’s the last supper

Like every bitch can catch a 
fade and no I don’t stutter


Me against young men in wigs, I win

Back to Hollywood
Like when you ever been?

Outrap who? 
With what type of pen

I move weight, call me the Prin' Pin


I heard your leak, that 
shit was kinda wack though 

You thought you ate just 
cause you did a fast flow

Bitch I get cheese for 
feats just to mack hoes

Mad hoes

Better in everything, 
we do not match hoes 


Your time is up bitch like
Hickory Dickory 

Don’t got no friends so 
they riding on dickory 

Literally, bitch it’s a mystery 

How to get rid of me 

This shit’ll go down in history 


Got the right plan with
the right wrong bitch  

Rap murder scene with 
the white chalk bitch 

Now you wanna wear all 
them cheap ass wigs 

Hoe what happened to the
box with the white chalk bitch

HMFD

CROWN DOWN (LEAK)

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m me
Shopping sprees

Boy this Princess 
Shit Not Cheap

Double C’s, Givenchy
Yes it really gets that deep

Hoe bitch please
Pink on Pink

Brr Brr!
I don’t swing 


Shut the fuck up little bitch 
Don’t you talk to me

These faggots cheaters
They always gone copy me

Bitches can’t body me
More like embody me

Get off your knees 
And stop sucking it sloppily 

I get that green
I Luigi you bitches 

Go against me
I’ll Luigi you bitches

This pussy clean so 
I’m squeaky on bitches

That pussy old 
So she creaky on bitches

She not a Doll 
Yea bitch I been told her

Big face bitch 
You need a Jade Roller

Hot and I’m cold 
Yea bitch I’m bipolar 

One wrong word
I’m knocking out molars


I mean it’s not nothing
I tell him eat it & now he a glutton 

Hit bout a band
That’s what i call percussion 

Fucking with me?
Gotta face repercussions 


Finally getting 1k in a week? 
Lil bitty shit, been did that in my sleep 

We know you botting hoe
All of us peep 

Never could flop & I’m never gone peak 


Not a rap beef
They don’t rap bout shit 

Been Pretty Gang
Bitches face ain’t shit 

That shit they rap about don’t exist 
If not for me then they wouldn’t exist 


Can’t fuck with a bitch nigger
Not a hit just a hit Twitter 

Put the stick to your lip, filler 
Tell them hoes It’s a big picture

Bitch I ball
I’m a big pitcher

Can’t stand me
Can’t sit with her

“No shade she got bars..”
Hoe I just let me out a big snicker


These bitches mad cause I’m cooking like Kya, These chickens clucking I pull out the frier, I know they birds but I promise I’m flyer, Hand me my pen, I’ll sign ya lil flyer 

It’s a big picture and It’s a high power, These bitches look like they ate something sour, These bitches throw backs like a bouquet, Old ass bitches ain’t gettin no flowers 

I’m rich off my parents and bitch that’s a flex, If you in the Mix, we talking them Chex, I’m not a Gyno, But bitch I’m a vet, So if I see a pussy, It will get checked 

Sheed put em on my plate, 
And watch me Enjoy these bitches

See these are the last hoes who dissed, And see I destroyed these bitches

Damn, This shit getting easy, These nappy head bitches still peasy, And see I’m still Big Fish, Greasy, And See I still do this shit Breezy 

I done bodied all these bitches with the simplest flow,
And they know I get it popping like a pimple ho, You so simple tho, You a simple ho, And I heard bout these niggas you a simp lil hoe, And I back hand these bitches like I’m Pimpin hoes, And that little ass chain like tin foil, don’t come if the Queen if I ain’t send for you, Try to go against me? That’s the end for you, nigga

Nice Shoe Game? I’m mean at that, When it comes to the Princess, I’m the Queen at that, Last bitch who dissed? I ain’t see the thot so, What’s next? Bitch

This shit getting funnier, Boss bitches we getting our money up, Ring finger look bunnier, Boss bitches we getting our money up

PSNC (feat. Malibu Way)

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Now all of them wanna be a Barbie, I’m watching.

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