Nicki Minaj – Black Barbies Şarkı Sözü
Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
That Barbie Venice City
That a*s 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 p*ssy 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 sh*t 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 f*ck ’em like I’m sorry
Who the f*ck 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 sh*t!”
Picked up my phone cause I had to call “Bullsh*t!”
These b*tches havin’ nightmares of my new sh*t
These b*tches p*ssy and they don’t ever do sh*t
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
B*tches can’t rap for sh*t, I’mma send ’em some tits
All these b*tches is my sons, should be s*ckin’ 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 b*tches drunk? These b*tches ain’t lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
B*tches a*s-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