Party Barbie
You ain't ever seen a bad bitch like me
I know you wanna fuck
Not low but high key
Pull up to the club gonna get wasted
All up in my ear sayin he can't wait to taste this
Drinkin Tito's and sprite
Be sure to add the lime
The barbs tryna vibe
Gettin hype
We the baddest in sight
The baddest alive
Shots of patron
Bitch how'd ya know
Went down smooth and slow
My head is buzzin
And I'm just like hello
Damn that's something
Another shot let's go
Party it up
Yeah you know what's up
All these hoes they just wanna fuck
Tryna see what's up
Most of em be yuck
I'm picky as fuck
Or i have bad luck
I want a man with a sports car
Real fat ass big dick bizarre
Yeah that shit goes so hard
Want a superstar
You fuckin with a barb bitch
I got bars
I drive fast cars
Speed down the highway
Gas pedal so hard
It's a push start
Wait holdup
This the best part
He wanna lick me like his Cuban cigar
Got his credit card swipe hard
Spendin his money
Imma go dummy
Get what i want
He so funny
Shots for all my bitches
Cash in out his riches
Let's break his bank
Like it needs some fuckin stitches
Make him grant these wishes
For me and my barbs
Oh no
I think we maxed out his credit card
I know you wanna fuck
Not low but high key
Pull up to the club gonna get wasted
All up in my ear sayin he can't wait to taste this
Drinkin Tito's and sprite
Be sure to add the lime
The barbs tryna vibe
Gettin hype
We the baddest in sight
The baddest alive
Shots of patron
Bitch how'd ya know
Went down smooth and slow
My head is buzzin
And I'm just like hello
Damn that's something
Another shot let's go
Party it up
Yeah you know what's up
All these hoes they just wanna fuck
Tryna see what's up
Most of em be yuck
I'm picky as fuck
Or i have bad luck
I want a man with a sports car
Real fat ass big dick bizarre
Yeah that shit goes so hard
Want a superstar
You fuckin with a barb bitch
I got bars
I drive fast cars
Speed down the highway
Gas pedal so hard
It's a push start
Wait holdup
This the best part
He wanna lick me like his Cuban cigar
Got his credit card swipe hard
Spendin his money
Imma go dummy
Get what i want
He so funny
Shots for all my bitches
Cash in out his riches
Let's break his bank
Like it needs some fuckin stitches
Make him grant these wishes
For me and my barbs
Oh no
I think we maxed out his credit card
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Writer(s): Keegan Xander Sills
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