Barbie Doll Lyrics – Hurricane Wisdom x Chance the Rapper

Okay
Okay

God, this lil’ bi**h bad, know she a bag
Know she a Barbie doll
Swerve ’round way too fast
We just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow

She ain’t got nothin’ but a**
Nothin’ but class
You know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll

If you got a twin, I’m grabbing you both
On the keys, I’m grabbing ’em both
Say please, I’m giving you more
Baby, don’t tease, you know that we grown

Keep sh** quiet, you know what you know
I got time, I’m doing the most
Don’t got time, I just pour a four
You need me, you know where to go
Keep sh** quiet, you know what you know

Pretty girl styling the gold
Her tooth gem, smile and it glow
Thrifted dress, but it’s skin tight
Damn near can see her soul

She wanna have a big night
Espresso martini, SoHo
She finna do her big one
Her ex grab his chest, said “Oh no”

Grabbing her, kissing her neck
Picking her up, he sending her texts
He calling her phone
Tryin’ getting her back

I’m telling her friends
“Go climb in the back”
We riding around, he circling back
We painting the town, he lurking on apps

She in the front seat doing karaoke
While her two best friends
Wanna twerk in the back

The fourth one left and the third took a nap
Second one sitting in the first one’s lap
Said “Take us home
Take care of our girl”

And the rest was a verse
And the verse was a wrap
Keep my word
Keep the dirt under wraps

Happy ending, it was perfect at that
Keep my number in case of emergencies
‘Cause if you prefer it
Then we could sure run it back

God, this lil’ bi**h bad, know she a bag
Know she a Barbie doll
Swerve ’round way too fast
We just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow

She ain’t got nothin’ but a**
Nothin’ but class
You know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll

If you got a twin
I’m grabbing you both

Okay

Pretty girls freezing in Chrome Hearts
Gave her the nickname Cold
Hey, read a book on the murder she wrote
What’s the chance of me taking you home?

Say “Chance,” I’m calling an ISO
Are you with me? Clear as the mic on
Moncler, we can do it with the lights on
We’ll both be home when the night gone

Yeah, yeah

You too fine to be stuck on the phone
I’ma fk the first night ’cause I’m grown
Baby, who the fk say I was all bad?
Keep me down, you said that they wrong

I feel like I just tell that you all bad
I can tell that you all bad
Oh-oh

God, this lil’ bi**h bad, know she a bag
Know she a Barbie doll
Swerve ’round way too fast
We just might crash, you know I ain’t driving slow

She ain’t got nothin’ but a**
Nothin’ but class
You know I ain’t leaving it alone
I got nothin’ but cash in a roll

If you got a twin, I’m grabbing you both
On the keys, I’m grabbing ’em both
Say please, I’m giving you more
Baby, don’t tease, you know that we grown

Keep sh** quiet, you know what you know
I got time, I’m doing the most
Don’t got time, I just pour a four
You need me, you know where to go
Keep sh** quiet, you know what you know