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Boujee Black Barbie from Buckhead Home of havin' with action He pressed about scammers and skunk heads I'm curlin' up heirs off the first interaction He said that my voice is relaxin' No lie, got them burnin' with passion Gotta be crack in my cream, bought a crib just for me And the Cullinan is matchin' Stiff on these niggas, be bobbin' and weavin' Stressin' him out, now his hairline recedin' Blowin' my phone like I owe him some closure Hit 'em like, "Hey, boo, you know what I told ya" I'm an Aquarius, you know you can't take me serious Play you like Play-Doh Build some shit with you then put you right back That's why I told you don't get too attached Dangerous Diva from Delta Spray on my lace and I'll melt ya Tell me yo' kinks and I'll straighten you out Know what they say 'bout them girls from the south Sent you my music to play in your head Got yo' ass restless and twistin' your legs Did my tongue in your ear make you giggle? Did my flow buss you down in the middle? Know my lyrics keep heads on a swivel And I might take a seat if you gentle Heard you tryin' to come middle part it Better comb through your bros and get started They knuckin' and buckin' to get in my books You shook? Guess you ain't know what it took Betta come with that money to blow, you gotta be clean And everything else in between No kids, no bitch, no "let's just this" 'Bout 1500 for the deposit No IG DMs, betta pop ya shit in person Even if I make you nervous, earn it Stop with the bitchin' Tellin' me lies and my scalp get to itchin' How you gon' be scared and ain't got no bread But want me to come put some work in your kitchen? Don't make me go back to them Yoruba demons Can't get enough of them heathens Can't be trusted but I got my reasons Berggy's, Saks, and Neiman's Buy me birkins whenever he lie Send his card just to get a reply Bought me twins, call 'em Kenny and Ty Then flew us out for a date in Versailles I like my niggas sassy, flashy, manicure to match me But when it come to business, niggas still can get they ass beat Athlete, running up a check up in Van Cleef Matchin' motifs, we like Mary, Kate, and Ashley You niggas be bite-sized, fried, died With burnt exes you laid to the side Got the nerve to tell me you the prize Try to link me, you gotta be high Y'all gotta be smokin' crack or sumn Not no weed, for sure, ha Probably Fentanyl, shit Definitely ain't no six pack Ha, y'all already know what the fuck goin' on