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30 (b side) - caramel barbies lyrics

[intro]
gang, gang gang
gang
free the conspiracy team
hop off gang
crash dat anywhere
anybodyk
785
gang

[chorus]
caramel skin complexion
barbie’s throwing up b in a photo
we don’t wine and dine, she just hold my 9
and bells now feeling like kojo funds
she played hard to get, i lost interest
now i just wan’ splash her bredrin’
and we all know how it goes down in the hood
there are no happy endings

caramel skin complexion
barbie’s throwing up b in a photo
we don’t wine and dine, she just hold my 9
and bells now feeling like kojo funds
she played hard to get, i lost interest
now i just wan’ splash her bredrin’
and we all know how it goes down in the hood
there are no happy endings

[verse 1]
tell bro were gonna creep on dem
so i told him don’t make no sounds
don’t make no sounds
2 hands on the pump like dog over der
imma break dem down
dumb b-tch put my face on snap
so i told the b-tch “take that down”
when my case got dismissed
shoulda seen my face at trial
she bad like cardi
suck to no tarki
and she gon’ do the gang, gang
foreign barbie, dis ones narty
and she don’t use no hands
she gang like stupy
bad and boujee
brown skin, long haired callie
she got breast and booty
too unruly
and i make her hold my tooly
lets treat the bulldog
animal cruelty, not rspca
i keep up f-ckree
do man ugly
den i got sleep with bae, bae bae
i dodge the bird
i thank my lawyer cos he beat my case, “thank you”
i shook his hand, he said “no sweat, dat was a piece of cake” (light work)
black blade tearing through jumpers
man can’t tell me ‘bout 1hit one (you can’t)
gang done cheffed up hundreds
hmp got dem doing up bunkers
up that pole, we ain’t playing no rounders
opps love running, jumping counters
man done trapped up public houses
probably run tru a 100,000
i was in the wing like d-cksey
banging out xbox360
shotting strait .3 for a pinky
now i’m back home, did you miss me?
dis ting bad and boujee
twin barrel, now sh-gg and scooby
opps dem love do chat for groupie
till we pull up and crash dat hooptie
couldn’t tell you what we did in dat motor
d in the t, i was whipping up yola
turn dat rock, get rid of dat cooker
bells in the handting hid in dat sofa
caught dat body, den turn it karma (snitch)
i was locked down like hurricane carter
stay with the shh, cah i’m a bit marga
splash mans bruce, shoulda run a bit faster

[verse 2]
mrwheredeydoe?
vroom-vroom with filly
press on the woosh
man walk with ziggy
12guage long stand tall like milly
do it on my ones, no mates like billy
excuse me miss, why your face so pretty?
don’t be shy, why you being so silly
look at that bum, yeah your new names nicki
gimma some face, while i squeeze those t-tties
sauce on the boy, yeah the kids too pepper
rain on your block, man control weather
b on the m in the jeep that’s terror
soon put me in the mug, no pressure
d still handle the whip on a ban
rise the machine, that’s hop off gang
man do it then dash
on the tsg van (dash)
pray dat it all just goes to plan (pray)
like free my right hand
he got grabbed for the pump
used to pull up on man
stay der, don’t run
and he f-cks with the opps
said dat boy got bun
touch g spot, m block for lunch
blade in your face, whole skin-fade
k on the b, dem boy just lame
rock with the dots
whole block get shake
mans been on the b
and dey still ain’t king

- 30 b side lyrics

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