Barbie Dreams Lyrics

Barbie Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
R.I.P. to B.I.G.
Classic sh*t

[Verse 1]
I’m looking for a nigga to give some babies
A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain’t got no type, like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can’t f**k three times a night, peace
I tried to f**k 50 for a powerful hour
But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours
B-beat the pussy up, make sure it’s a K-O
Step your banks up like you’re moving that ya-yo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I’m tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow Challenge niggas lying and sh*t
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyeing my sh*t
Drake worth a hundred milli, always buying me sh*t
But I don’t know if the pussy wet or if he crying and sh*t
Meek still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him
“I used to pray for times like this.”
Face ass when I f**k him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain’t takin’ a L
But he took it literally when I said, “Go to hell!”
Used to f**k with Young Thug, I ain’t addressin’ this sh*t
C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin’ dresses and sh*t
I used to give this nigga with a lisp testers and sh*t
How you want the pu-thy? Can’t say your S’s and sh*t

[Chorus]
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (Barbie Dreams, B-B-B-Barbie)

[Verse 2]
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner, ’cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna f**k me, you gotta give some special head
‘Cause this pussy had these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was bitin’ my sh*t
Talking ’bout, “Yo, why you got these niggas fighting and sh*t?”
On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scr*p for the pussy
Young M.A. and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I would’ve had Odell Beckham banging the cake
‘Til I saw him hoppin’ out of cars dancing to Drake
I been a five-star b**ch, man, word to Gotti
I’ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain’t speaking
Ain’t no fat nigga telling me what he ain’t eating
YG and The Game with the hammer yelling, “Gang, gang!”
This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi want a ménage, I said “tre-way”
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em’, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse then you can play the part
I ain’t tryna bust it open in the trailer park

[Chorus]
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f**king with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (Barbie Dreams, B-B-B-Barbie)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3]
You know I’m all about them dollars
I be supporting them scholars
I let him give me some brain
But he wanted me to ride it
So I said, “f**k it, I’m in”
He want a cut like a trim
And if he act like he know
I let him f**k it again
I got them bars, I’m indicted
I’m popping, I’m uninvited
I said, “Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don’t f**king bite it”
I ride his –, in the circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I’ma go down in slow motion
Then I pick it up, look at it
I said, “Daddy, come get at it,” uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I’m a trendsetter
Everything I do, they do
Yeah, put ’em up on it, on it
Dimelo, papi, papi
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I’ll give it to you if you beat it up like Baki, Baki
I’ma kill ’em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I’m big, give me the loot, twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get down with the chrome, I tell ’em when I’ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killers is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin’ where it’s humid
And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans
I’m in LA Times more than when niggas lootin’
And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin’
He done bodied everybody, in closing these b**ches losin’
Using, using up a b**ch movin’
No, I ain’t Studdard and no I ain’t Ruben
Damn, a b**ch snoozin’
Shoutout to my Jews, l’chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes, they be protrudin’
I be like, f**k ’em, f**k ’em, bring the lube in
I be like, f**k ’em, f**k ’em, bring the lube in