Lyrics Barbie Phone - Baby Tate

Barbie Phone

All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone
So I can call the plug
So I can call the plug
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone
So I can call the plug
So I can call the plug
Oh my gosh
My phone is ringing
It must be Josh
The plug that lives downtown with the nice, nice pad
My homie said he got some good, good gas
So I hit him up
Told him that I wanna cop a dub
He gotta re-up
So I gotta find another plug
Man, that’s just my luck
Now I gotta shop with Chuck
He do two Gs for ten
But his pack is dust
And that’s why
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone
So I can call the plug
So I can call the plug
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone
So I can call the plug
So I can call the plug
Four, zero, four, triple-five (Yeah)
Twelve, twenty-five
Got them stupid deals, yeah
He’s sellin' grams four to five (Yeah)
These boys are not bitchin', but they want us to fly them up (No)
They’re not even our friends and plus they’re gross and broke as fuck (Bye)
If he cannot afford weed
Then he prolly can’t afford me
Smokin' good, got a nosebleed
But my gas like floor seats
So I’m 'bout to hit Santa up (What's up?)
'Cause I heard he was the plug (What's up, what’s up?)
Christmas morning and my stocking’s not the only thing that’s stuffed
And that’s why
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone
So I can call the plug
So I can call the plug (Hello?)
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone (Ohh-oh-oh)
So I can call the plug (Call the plug)
So I can call the plug (Ooh-whoa)
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone
So I can call the plug (All I want for Christmas)
So I can call the plug (All I want for Christmas)
All I want for Christmas is a Barbie phone (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
So I can call the plug (All I want for Christmas)
So I can call the plug (All I want for Christmas)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh