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#4DACULTURE (feat. Kitomi, Sugar Rim, & Una)

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)

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:

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:

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

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. Sugar Rim)

PERUVIAN BUNDLES (EXTENDED)

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 (feat. Corey Kareem Davis Jr.)

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. Sugar Rim)

Lyrics: 

I had to show you bitches 
who the top Doll be

I’m never hard to find
you know where the Doll be

The Dreamhouse right 
around the Barbie Doll Beach

These bitches study my style
so yes I Doll teach

I put em on from the Future
to them Doll beats

They need a feature?
It ain’t one that haven’t called me

The Head Main Final Doll’s
what they call me

So I don’t really give a damn
about your Doll “Tea”


K.O. a bitch, call me 
Barbie Street Fighter nigga

Check my discography
these bitches been biters nigga

I’m one of few bitches that
show real designer nigga

So I don’t wanna hear y’all
rapping bout designer nigga
 

These bitches is weak sauce
bitch made it known 

Try to steal my Doll Saucw?
That’s the danger zone

You ain’t paying bills,
Don’t ask me if I made it home

But even then you couldn’t 
ask bitch I’m paid & grown


Damn right this the Barbie Life

These bitches really don’t know 
shit about this Barbie Life

If you the right Ken,
I can be your Barbie Wife

Dream Car sold seperately
The Barbie Life

Don’t fuck with them
Bitches really not the Barbie type 

To keep it real you was never
really Barbie type

You gotta go through Final Doll
to earn your Barbie stripes

Accessories sold seperately
the Barbie life


I know i’m the sauce
I know bitches want the recipe 

I see why they mad, why they copy, 
why bitches scared of me

Bitches this pretty with this body? 
That’s a rarity 

Tell these little sissies that 
they need to find some clarity


I gotta couple bad bitches 
down to shake it fast 

When it comes to this money, 
I’ma make it fast 

Bitches only getting plays 
cause I gave them that 

Otherwise they buying 
bots just to make it that


I’m the Blonde, Pink, Girly
Everything in between

Bitches know that I’m the Princess
so what makes you the Queen?

Hoe it’s layers to this shit
Bitch dip like a bean

Like Carri, I play them boy’s
so no wonder they fein


Yo, my bars nuts like that
shit all over your face 

This that “Bum hoe, get up off the floor face”

I sign them Dreamhouse doll’s
behind the Tour stage

My Barbie Doll chain icy
like a Sorbet


Damn right this the Barbie Life

These bitches really don’t know 
shit about this Barbie Life

If you the right Ken,
I can be your Barbie Wife

Dream Car sold seperately
The Barbie Life

Don’t fuck with them
Bitches really not the Barbie type 

To keep it real you was never
really Barbie type

You gotta go through Final Doll
to earn your Barbie stripes

Accessories sold seperately
the Barbie life

#BarbieLife

MOSHPIT/ROCKOUT

Lyrics:

I got bitches on that Barbie
I got bitches on that new new  

I got bitches on that Pretty Gang
I got bitches on that Miu Miu 

I got bitches on that Princess 
Bitches saying shit I been said 

Tell these bitches step they weight up 
I don’t know why bitches bench pressed 

I got bitches on that Megan (Fox) shit
I got bitches on that Model tip 

Now these bitches tryna bang Pink 
Now they tryna be a Blonde bitch 

I got bitches making music 
Bitches copy all my music 

Even if I didn’t make it up 
They know Barbie introduced it 

I got bitches tryna sing now 
Now these bitches want a Dreamhouse 

Now they bragging bout some numbers
I eat these bitches up for supper 

They only hot for one Summer 
What a Judy Moody bummer

I show my ass like a Plumber 
These bitches jacking like a lumber 

I got bitches on that 'Diva' wave 
My money long like nia bae 

Hey call me Baby Girl, Aaliyah bae 
I let him eat the Strawberry Cake 

But only if your money tall bae 
I’m never fucking on no shortcake 

I can’t believe these bitches copy me 
Have you took a look at your face? 

I do it first, that’s early
I been the motherfucking Girly 

Check the dates & receipts 
All these bitches wanna be me 

Bitch you really wish you was me
All these niggas wanna fuck me 

I’m the Pretty Gang President 
So believe me, bitch you ugly 

Where is that money you rap about? 
Ipost all the shit that i rap about

You bitches ain’t coinsy, y’all cappin out
Put me versus you & you tappin out 

I log off these apps & im somebody 
You log off these apps & you nobody 

Y’all bitches is fat, body so sloppy 
I’m making real plays fuck a rap hobby

I got bitches on that Paris
Primadonna & a Heiress 

All these faggots is my sons,
But you not in my will like a ferris

I’m the Barbie Doll Bible
I’m the Barbie Doll God bitch

Head Main Final Doll bitch 
The Dollsheet & The Dollprint

The Dollasaince & The Dolliverse 
They was just begging me for a verse 

These bottom bitches tryna top sum?
I guess these little faggots wanna verse 

I’m really all these bitches Sensei 
We cut from a different Kente 

Across all Streaming Platforms 
I surpass more than 500k

& don’t think you off the hook hoe
I put you bitches on that lindsay

I can’t forget about Kim K
& I better not see no Britney

I’m the original, they’re not
They tryna twin, I been clermont

Way before 2021,
But you wasn’t there before 21

You was a fan in my comments
You hoes make me wanna vomit

They only want it when I’m on it
I show you bitches how to Doll it

You bitches all up in them Discord’s
Y’all know y’all got a bitch bored

I’m the Mood & the Vision bitch
I know I’m all over a bitch Board

If it wasn’t for me sitting bitches
Then you wouldn’t be viral on Twitter bitches

You can’t go to no prom hoe
They don’t want no tranny nigger bitches  

It’s not a bitch alive can handle me
I’m the internet, can’t cancel me

Everybody wanna piece of me
Bitches always tryna sample me

I represent a generation
& a whole fucking nation 

These bitches my creation,
Princess Coronation 

Try to take my princess diary
I’m killing bitches like a Haitian 

If I was one of you bum bitches,
I’d boss up & stop hating

GOT B*TCHES

MOTHER SH*T

Lyrics: 

I’m up in the club,
throwing bands up

And this stripper hoe,
she shaking right

This Chanel boot 
is real custom boo

Watch your step,
cause my killers will snipe

..You bitch,
not signing boobs bitch

Hoe get in line, and act right

Cause once Strawberry spaz,
It get darker than daylight saving time

I’m riding dick like a Kawasaki,
While he gripping all on my damn body,

I’m a actress, I’m a bad bitch

Popping pussy,
Damn i’m just that bitch

I don’t give a fuck about a bitch man
This Barbie chain cost 50 bands

Jerking bitches, I ain’t using hands
Bitch i’m bigger than the whole program

I’m the B-A-R-B-I-E
Dior, Margiela, Giuseppe

I’m the doll dada, I’m the don dada
Do I wanna fuck? I said yes dada,

Bank account got a st-stutter,
So it ain’t hurt when I copped the prada

You my son and you my daughter
Fuck a bitch dollar, hoe my money taller

Bust a split, make it flip, and do
them tricks bitch

Then I might throw a couple 
bands up in the VIP bitch

Money so thick, it can’t 
fit up in the clip bitch

Me and my bitches be “The Doll’s”
Y’all be “The Brick’s” bitch

Right red bone and the left
be a yellow

Give a bum money then I 
tell her “Hi fella”

Fella? Fella? Tell her
“Hi fella”?

I’m Strawberry and I’m sitting 
with Vanilla

Bad Girls Club, beat her up
like Camilla 

Pretty Gang up in Tulum
at the Villa

Bank account iller,
Show game iller

Summer time in a fur coat, 
Chinchilla 


Co-Written by Babi Sister

BANDS UP

this was never even coming out originally im crine, there’s a second verse too

BARBIE SVENGALI (Teaser)

SU*C*DE (Teaser)

MAN LISTEN

What’s a Raggedy Ann to a Barbie?! (Teaser)

BANKROLL

No lyrics unfortunately for you, listen like you always do.

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