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Joey Bada$$ – RING THE ALARM lyrics

(feat. Kirk Knight, Meechy Darko & Nyck Caution)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I was born runnin’ with the baton
Now I’m known as the young intellectual don
Until I’m gone, where I’m from, the real don’t get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don’t want none
No beef could never hurt me
I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly, it’s the double entendre monster
Takin’ haunted constant trips through your conscious
So be cautious
If it call for it, we leavin’ corpses
The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow’s never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G’s move in silence like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered
I was drippin’ in the gold since a minor
Sittin’ on my throne overlookin’ my empire, uh, uh

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the lobsters, huh
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the…

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Who you mad at? They ain’t have to ask that
Attack with the backlash, where’s my cash at?
Runnin’ all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack
Goin’ off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac
Havin’ flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back
Hit ’em with the blackjack, goin’ through a stack fast
I snap with the raps, I make ’em bring the whole track back
Niggas get smacked with the realer
When I drop, it’s all killer, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, nigga
I’ll personally deliver each shot that won’t miss ya
And when it hit ya, it’s no warnin’
We bombardin’, me and my squadron
If you want it, get your army
We droppin’ bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left, we just feed ’em to the zombies

[Bridge: Meechy Darko]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Ring the alarm, we ain’t keepin’ it calm
Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I’m on
Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflictin’ damages, I can’t recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I’m breakin’ even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon’ need some gauzeAnd that alcohol, we only goin’ bar for bar
You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house?
I snap out ’em and flipped it around to where I’m at now
Livin’ legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let’s bring it back
It ain’t even about the bars, they bumpin’ whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rappin’ on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Likkle bwoy dun backshot we’ll bury ya
Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka
Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya)
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

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Falling In Reverse – Losing My Mind

[Verse 1]
I’ve got the motherfucking world in my palm now, don’t tell me to calm down
Striking a match, igniting the track while I’m typing in caps, it’s on now
The rap Casanova with cash in a sofa in the back of a Rover
Six-pack in a backpack and I’m cracking ’em open; sipping, I’m trapped in a moment
Open your eyes ’cause you’re never gonna know if your next move might be your last
Living a lie, everybody’s always gonna bring up my past
Well, I’m past that, interest up and my bag’s packed
I’m the NASDAQ with a bad rap so…

[Chorus]
I’m not ready to change, I’m doing my thing
You’re pointing the blame
You know I’m not ready to choose, so don’t get confused
And stay the hell out of my way
So why do you believe
You’re losing your mind, losing your mind again
In everyone but me?
I’m losing my mind, losing my mind again

[Verse 2]
I’ve seen the hardships, lived in darkness through the mud into the marshes
My reputation is tarnished; but regardless, I am awesome
Saw the gossip from my lockup go colossal
Then I blossomed to the boss of this rock stuff
And I’m never gonna stop till the cops come
What I’m really trying to say
Is say it to my face and if you won’t, then stay the fuck out my way
Rocking shows, lock and load, stop me? No
I’m repping the new shit, the essence of music
I’m blessed with the fusion of both

[Chorus]
I’m not ready to change, I’m doing my thing
You’re pointing the blame
You know I’m not ready to choose, so don’t get confused
And stay the hell out of my way
So why do you believe
You’re losing your mind, losing your mind again
In everyone but me?
I’m losing my mind, losing my mind again

[Interlude]
Ever since I was a little boy I always thought that the world was going to end in my lifetime
So I tried to seize every opportunity as it came to me because I believed it might stop the sky from falling down one more day
But the older I got, the more I realized that I cannot save the world
I’m not a superhero, I’m not perfect, I’m just me, a human being

[Bridge]
So let’s take, take, take the throne and break the cycle
So why do you believe everyone but me?
Every single day we kill our idols
But you won’t break me down
You’re losing your mind, losing your mind again
You’re losing your mind, losing your mind again
We’re losing our minds, losing our minds

[Chorus]
I’m not ready to change, I’m doing my thing
You’re pointing the blame
You know I’m not ready to choose, so don’t get confused
And stay the hell out of my way
So why do you believe
You’re losing your mind, losing your mind again
In everyone but me?
I’m losing my mind, losing my mind again

[Outro]
I’m not ready to change, I’m doing my thing
You’re losing your mind, losing your mind again
You know I’m not ready to choose, so don’t get confused
I’m losing my mind, losing my mind again

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Travis Scott – MIA (Demo) Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ill America baby
Scott, La Flame
Ill America baby

[Verse 1]
Lifted, I’m feelin’ so gifted, trippin’, I’m constantly fallin’
Channel view of the whole villa, plottin’ while burnin’ a Marley
Damn these rare thoughts is so endless, bougie bitch whippin’ the ‘Rari
Out in the jungles, make it rumble, she get wet like safari
Bitches don’t know, I teach ’em the ropes, Scottie the Pope
Now only Giuseppe, Celine, and Bottega
Proenza, the Schouler is all that she know
Might let the drop top, and she’s Lamb’ fam
Whippin’ trans am, keep it low
She pulled out the hard white on the highway
For the line, listen, pimpin’
Your bitch just might physic my disick, disick all business
Might blizzard, roll up, crib look like the tele
Left jelly all over her biscuit
Last spring I lost 10K in teeth
I copped it but now I don’t miss it
Whoever found it, teeth probably glistenin’
In fact that nigga prolly missin’

[Hook]
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

[Verse 2]
Speedin’, and damn I’m leanin’ on a Kawasaki
In the lobby, then we ‘dro codeinin’, out in Abu Dhabi
Chain beamin’, man, I hope you ain’t anemic
Cause you might feel drowsy
Out in Sweden, it’s just me and four women
And we all playin’ hockey
Blowed, Scott La Flame, pimp with no cane
Rockin’ a robe in your hood with no pass
Fuck up the flow, nothin’ but fam cause niggas be hoes
You can have that, pass that, light it up and then blow
Imagery abstract, it’s like NASDAQ
When I stock it up and then go
Packed it up and moved to Goldman Sachs
My nigga Yeezy done taught me that
Young niggas in the Soho house
Spillin’ booze where the Barbie at
Damn homie, this a movie nigga
Take a picture of somethin’, where your Kodak at?
If Scottie ain’t totin’ or swimmin’ in women
He writin’, producin’ and scorin’ and filmin’

[Hook]
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-I-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-MI
These choppers and these planes
They all doin’ the same, they take me overseas
M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-M-I-A
M-I-A-MI-M-I-M-I-A-I-I

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Meek Mill – Ball Player Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
Extra percent for my assassin
Tell my shooters, “Do ’em nasty”
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Bridge: Quavo]
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang!
Shipping them packs through the FedEx
Send it, just give me ya address
Handling shipping, we charge you
Price up and down like it’s NASDAQ
Scoop a supermodel in the Murcielago, hit her, make her take a cab back
You put your bitch on shelf nigga, I make my hoe bring that cash back
Put that Pyrex on the stove, water whip, 28 Jump! Yeah!
Trap house boomin, Feds at the door, nigga like “what do they want?!” Yeah!
We shooting dice on a PJ, I put ya bitch in a 3 way
I hit her up for the replay and she bring it back like a DJ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

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Thedeadmanstrunk – Bones lyrics

Lyrics Bones – Thedeadmanstrunk

I could breathe wrong and trigger them all
You don’t gotta say s**t when you on
Walking proof that a human can do wrong
Make you an example, send you home, like tell them all
Thought that you could play me for a b*tch I make a call
No, it’s not for backup, it’s for you to break it down
Give me what you got cause I bet I ain’t have that
Ducking me like AFLAC, I’ll drop you like the NASDAQ
Digital dash pad flash when we pass that versuri-lyrics.info
House where you at Location we done cashed that
All I’ve ever wanted was some face to face contact
Hold up, what you say, b*tch, Bones didn’t catch that.(thedeadmanstrunk)

Straight facts, quickly react b*tch, I push your brain back
Hate that we came up ourselves no one can say that
Straight facts, quickly react b*tch, I push your brain back
Hate that we came up ourselves no one can say that.

I am the reason you buzzing I think that you that puzzled, my boy, you have got me confused
Thinking I’ll pull out this hate for no reason to aim it at random and let off a few
I got a trunk with a lock and key that I stash in the woods for one day to be used
I truly hope that somebody will stray far enough from path and be ready to view.

Secrets unleashed with one twist of the key
Studied to the n-th degree, die and report back to me
Secrets unleashed with one twist of the key
Studied to the n-th degree, die and report back to meee.
Bones lyrics
Video Bones

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Joey Bada$$ – Ring The Alarm (feat. Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Meechy Darko) (All-Amerikkkan Bada$$ Album)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I was born runnin’ with the baton
Now I’m known as the young intellectual don
Until I’m gone, where I’m from, the real don’t get along
With the fake, look me in the face, eyes of the storm
You don’t want none
No beef could never hurt me
I be on my Istanbul, they cold turkey
Firstly, it’s the double entendre monster
Takin’ haunted constant trips through your conscious
So be cautious
If it call for it, we leavin’ corpses
The causes of the coffin is the broken clauses
Skeletons in my closet, tomorrow’s never promised
Never mind it because we immortals regardless
Real G’s move in silence like my designer
Intertwined with the timeless, divine higher powered
I was drippin’ in the gold since a minor
Sittin’ on my throne overlookin’ my empire, uh, uh

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh
Resurrection of real, you niggas fake
Never second-guessin’ my kill, so choose your fate
‘Cause I’m born runnin’ with the baton, a tickin’ time bomb
Nigga, better ring the alarm, uh

[Bridge: Joey Bada$$]
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the lobsters, huh
So keep it spinnin’, disc jocker
Flick the wrist, don’t risk that, partner
These niggas impostors, we movin’ like the mobsters
One false move, have ’em sleepin’ with the…

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
It’s the ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$
Who you mad at? They ain’t have to ask that
Attack with the backlash, where’s my cash at?
Runnin’ all through NASDAQ, strap in my backpack
Goin’ off the knack, dopeboy in the Cadilac
Havin’ flashbacks, wish a nigga would clap back
Hit ’em with the blackjack, goin’ through a stack fast
I snap with the raps, I make ’em bring the whole track back
Niggas get smacked with the realer
When I drop, it’s all killer, no feelings
So you better not make a wrong move, nigga
I’ll personally deliver each shot that won’t miss ya
And when it hit ya, it’s no warnin’
We bombardin’, me and my squadron
If you want it, get your army
We droppin’ bombs calmly
This is no party
Any scraps left, we just feed ’em to the zombies

[Bridge: Meechy Darko]
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight]
Ring the alarm, we ain’t keepin’ it calm
Need a reason to see the dog, break the leash and I’m on
Was hungry when I started, more ravenous as I evolve
Caution hazardous, inflictin’ damages, I can’t recall, uh
Rich in spirit when I broke some laws
I’m breakin’ even with my Pros against all the oddsMade my words cut deep, you gon’ need some gauze
And that alcohol, we only goin’ bar for bar
You know I blacked out, they bring the track out, I lay the smack down
Remember nights on the dirty mattress in the trap house?
I snap out ’em and flipped it around to where I’m at now
Livin’ legend, finally back up on the map now
Resurrection of real, let’s bring it back
It ain’t even about the bars, they bumpin’ whatever slaps now
All I hear is that ad-lib rappin’ on my SoundCloud
Sick of the trash out, this is the crackdown

[Outro: Meechy Darko]
Likkle bwoy dun backshot we’ll bury ya
Big metal ting ya get Captain Amerikkka
Beast coat regime (La Cosa Nostra)
My team supreme (Fuck around and smoke ya)
Death before dishonor, I die for my brethren
This is a stick-up, ocean’s 47
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in
Ring the alarm, if a war yuh wan get in

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Nicki Minaj & Mike WiLL Made It – 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 fukin’ 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 dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh 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
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? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick 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

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NICKI MINAJ – Black Barbies lyrics

Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
That Barbie Venice City
That ass and pretty titties
Get down and spend 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 chromes when he two in the 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

See diva so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a fukin’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always fuck ’em 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 the river like you Norah Jones
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist like a snowcone
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? Do shi-…hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, boarded
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 tits
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 cut by cheese [?]
Usually I’m a Christian but this piece is Buddhist
All on 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? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick 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

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Nicki Minaj – Black Barbies

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
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

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
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

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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 fukin’ 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

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said "Oooh 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 it-…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

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
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? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick 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

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Lyrics

NIcki Minaj – Black Barbies

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
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

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
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

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
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 fukin’ 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

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I see these silly nigga’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said “Oooh 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 it-…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

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj]
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
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? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick 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