Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Barbies, artist - Nicki Minaj. Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Barbies |
| Mike Will Made It Nigga |
| Sremm Life |
| Black Barbies in the city |
| Fat ass and pretty titties |
| Get dummies for they money |
| You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive 'em |
| All your lies I wish I didn’t believe 'em |
| That boy is a real pussy pleaser |
| All that fetty but he never met Masika |
| Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker |
| El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica |
| Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate |
| But I shoulda listened to what momma told me |
| Furry moon boots, shades Dita |
| Too high to give a shit about PETA |
| Sativa so strong I’m not blinkin' |
| What in the world was I thinkin'? |
| New day, new money to be made |
| New things for them to imitate |
| I’m a fuckin' black Barbie |
| Pretty face, perfect body |
| Pink seats in the 'Rari |
| Always fuck him like I’m sorry |
| Who the fuck is gon' protect her? |
| If I really gotta check her |
| Peter Piper picked a pepper |
| And my cake is triple decker |
| No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone |
| (Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone |
| I see these silly nigga’s flexin', it’s a no zone |
| You gon' be floatin' in them rivers like you know Joan |
| Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home |
| Still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snow cone |
| She said she got a hit record, I said, «Oh shit!» |
| Picked up my phone 'cause I had to call «Bullshit!» |
| These bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit |
| These bitches pussy and they don’t ever do shit |
| Hahaha, get it? |
| Douche-…hahahahahahaha |
| Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it |
| Now I’m prayin' all my foreigns don’t get deported |
| Niggas love me so much they be sendin' me gifts |
| And these clown niggas actin', I’mma send 'em some skits |
| Bitches can’t rap for shit, I’mma send 'em some tips |
| All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits |
| (Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no) |
| Now usually I don’t do this, I’m Popeye, she’s Brutus |
| Usually I’m a Christian but this peace is Buddhist |
| All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists |
| Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest |
| Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess |
| And we ain’t playin' ball but usually its some shooters |
| Are these bitches drunk? |
| These bitches ain’t lucid |
| Go against the queen your career will be elusive |
| Where your plaques at? |
| Where them stocks? |
| Word to NASDAQ |
| Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack |
| That girl is a real crowd pleaser |
| Small world, all her friends know of me |
| That boy is a real pussy pleaser |
| All that fetty but he never met Masika |
| Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker |
| El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica |
| Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate |
| But I shoulda listened to what momma told me |
| Furry moon boots, shades Dita |
| Too high to give a shit about PETA |
| That girl is a real crowd pleaser |
| Small world, all her friends know me |
| Young bull living like an old geezer |
| Release the cash, watch it fall slowly |
| Frat girls still tryna get even |
| Haters mad for whatever reason |
| Smoke in the air, binge drinking |
| They lose it when the DJ drops the needle |