BARBIE Songtext
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BARBIE Songtext
I just want you to say what you been thinking all along
I swear the validating, make my way when you alone
You call me every day, your vocals got angelic tone
We go from state to state, it′s been a while since I was home
You know I miss your face, I keep a picture in my wallet
Don't matter what they say, I know you deep in like a pocket
Let′s keep a perfect date, she love to style without a stylist
Smoking wedding cake, we in the crashing, rocking Prada
Can't wait to sweep you off your feet and give you everything entirely
Rack a couple thousand weekends, baby girl, that is inspiring
Put that hustle on repeat, let's take vacay down to the islands
Know I′m humble and discreet, but ′bout you, baby, I ain't private
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
I hope you catching rays, I hit the tunnel but not long
Hit the boy, he caught the stars and see Cosmo walking with Wanda
′87 Yola, inside Dapper Dan designer
Talking game with all my elders, soak it in just like a sponge
Spicy bitch, she like a pepper, but I love her like a ton
If I see you, I can tell ya everything that I was on
His ability dropped low, and we smoked right up out the bong
I can never sugarcoat it if I'm right or if I′m wrong
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
I swear the validating, make my way when you alone
You call me every day, your vocals got angelic tone
We go from state to state, it′s been a while since I was home
You know I miss your face, I keep a picture in my wallet
Don't matter what they say, I know you deep in like a pocket
Let′s keep a perfect date, she love to style without a stylist
Smoking wedding cake, we in the crashing, rocking Prada
Can't wait to sweep you off your feet and give you everything entirely
Rack a couple thousand weekends, baby girl, that is inspiring
Put that hustle on repeat, let's take vacay down to the islands
Know I′m humble and discreet, but ′bout you, baby, I ain't private
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
I hope you catching rays, I hit the tunnel but not long
Hit the boy, he caught the stars and see Cosmo walking with Wanda
′87 Yola, inside Dapper Dan designer
Talking game with all my elders, soak it in just like a sponge
Spicy bitch, she like a pepper, but I love her like a ton
If I see you, I can tell ya everything that I was on
His ability dropped low, and we smoked right up out the bong
I can never sugarcoat it if I'm right or if I′m wrong
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Baby girl a superstar, pop star, she the one
Writer(s): Cameron Kozloff, Willie Wilson, Giane Chenheu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com