Barbie Doll Lyrics by Hurricane Wisdom & Chance The Rapper
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God, this lil’ bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve ’round way too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow
She ain’t got nothin’ but ass, nothin’ but class, you know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I’m grabbin’ you both
On the keys, I’m grabbing ’em both
Say please, I’m giving you more
Baby, don’t tease, you know that we grown
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know
I got time, I’m doing the most
Don’t got time, I just pour a four
You need me, you know where to go
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know
Pretty girl styling the gold
Her tooth gem, smile and it glow
Thrifted dress, but it’s skin tight
Damn near can see her soul
She wanna have a big night
Espresso martini, SoHo
She finna do her big one
Her ex grab his chest, said, “Oh no”
Grabbing her, kissing her neck
Picking her up, he sending her texts
He calling her phone, tryin’ gettin’ her back
I’m telling her friends, “Go climb in the back”
We riding around, he circling back
We painting the town, he lurking on apps
She in the front seat doing karaoke
While her two best friends wanna twerk in the back
The fourth one left and the third took a nap
Second one sitting in the first one’s lap
Said, “Take us home, take care of our girl”
And the rest was a verse and the verse was a wrap
Keep my word, keep the dirt under wraps
Happy ending, it was perfect at that
Keep my number in case of emergencies
‘Cause if you prefer it, then we could sure run it back
God, this lil’ bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve ’round way too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow
She ain’t got nothin’ but ass, nothin’ but class, you know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I’m grabbin’ you both
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Pretty girls freezing in Chrome Heart, gave her the nickname cold
Hey, read a book on the murder she wrote
What’s the chance of me taking you home?
Say Chance, I’m calling an ISO
Are you with me? Clear as the mic on
Moncler, we can do it with the lights on
We’ll both be home when the night gone
Yeah, yeah
You too fine to be stuck on the phone
I’ma fuck the first night ’cause I’m grown
Baby, who the fuck say I was all bad?
Keep me down, you said that they wrong
I feel like I just tell that you all bad
I can tell that you all bad, oh-oh
God, this lil’ bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve ’round way too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow
She ain’t got nothin’ but ass, nothin’ but class, you know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I’m grabbin’ you both
On the keys, I’m grabbing ’em both
Say please, I’m giving you more
Baby, don’t tease, you know that we grown
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know
I got time, I’m doing the most
Don’t got time, I just pour a four
You need me, you know where to go
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know