Barbie Dangerous Lyrics : The song “Barbie Dangerous” sung by Nicki Minaj is a new addition to the English music, featured in the album “Pink Friday 2”. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Nicki Minaj and music for this track was produced by Hollywood Cole.
Barbie Dangerous Song Details
Singer : Nicki Minaj
Album : Pink Friday 2
Lyrics : Nicki Minaj, The Notorious B.I.G.
Music : Hollywood Cole, Kendall Evin Taylor, Tate Kobang
Label : Republic Records, Cash Money Records
Barbie Dangerous Lyrics
(Tony ain’t shit)
Ayo
Barbie dangerous
Weak b*tches don’t endanger us
You are over, you ain’t in range of us
‘Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbers
Fashions and Burberry rain boots
Lookin’ like every designer fav muse
Front row, next to the who’s who’s
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw’s loose
Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear, whole mother of the year
Every summer I come out to walk, b*tches, make ’em disappear, but to me it’s just another year
She ain’t got that kind of flare, let me see what I’ma wear, they gon’ copy, I’ma wear Moncler
Heavy on the arch (Facts), he was hittin’ from the back
Then he asks was all this my hair, um, yeah
Spit-spit-spit your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, a** stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap b*tches, ain’t got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap b*tches you like is my sons
Stick ’em on this rap shit when I’m done
I’m still sittin’ here, you got a lot to prove
Appreciatin’ my solitude
Beef ain’t my go-to but I got bags and this bread if we buyin’ food
And I’m still queenin’, Chanel bags
They still swingin’, old hits
They still swingin’, they like the flow, they still streamin’
But it’s kill season, you apologize, but it’s still treason
Got ’em steamin’ like dry cleanin’
Move on my timin’, I ain’t no demon
Hoes’ words ain’t got no meanin’
Queen of this rap shit, it’s Bohemian
Their worst nightmare, they still dreamin’
B*tches Jack and I’m still queenin’
And I’m still prayin’
You would too if you knew how these jealous b*tches move
First twenty-two by twenty-two
They don’t know the half ’til they cracked in two
So called beef with who, wait, who?
Broke a couple rap ni*gas hearts in two
Now that my jack pun interviews (Interviews, interviews)
It’s clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown, but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can’t S-I-T
My crown, you can’t F-I-T
I’ma tell you like a ni*ga told me
Spit-spit-spit your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, a** stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap b*tches they ain’t got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap b*tches you like is my sons
Stick ’em on this rap shit when I’m done