BBU - Black n' Plastic lyrics

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BBU - Black n' Plastic lyrics

[Intro – Barbie Girl sample] Hiya Barbie! Hi Ken! You wanna go for a ride? Sure Ken! Jump in! (Car vroooooooms off) [Hook] (Hey!) Hey you, girl (Hey!) Ova there (Hey!) Ova where? (Hey!) Ova there! (Hey!) Lemme see if you really know watsup (Hey!) Get ‘em up Get ‘em up Get ‘em up Get ‘em up Get ‘em up Get ‘em up Get ‘em up Get ‘em up [Verse 1: Illekt] I brought a GQ magazine Coke fiend Cover girls And all them other girls who want to look like other girls Tell me, tell me Do you really love yaself? And when you do this Is you really thinking of yaself? She said, “Love me, love me Go ahead and deceive me Pretend that you need me ‘Cause ain't nobody love me better I hope this love will last forever I love you like I love my sweater I got it from Dolce and Gabana Do you love me as much as you love your marijuana?” I said, “Honestly, baby girl I just don't know ‘Cause It seems like me and you just don't go ‘Cause you ain't smart If you had the heart You woulda played the part You wouldn'ta asked the dark [Hook] [Verse 2: Epic] She's a next top model Livin' life full-throttle Body by Mattel But the heart seems hollow If you talking cash then that a** will follow If not, give her you number and she'll call you back tomorrow Sorrow's antithesis, deWalt's Miss Elizabeth It's Chanel to pick a fit Find's a vic to get the sh** Not a hold I'll fit the script, not militant or ignorant Dependent independent chick The only words that fit in scripts Sick of all the hypocrites Never seen in hipster cliques Dim n***as ain't got the grip You n***as ain't got the trip He said, she full of sh** She said, “I'm rich biiiiiiiiiitch!” So it is what it is [Hook] [Verse 3: Ja**on] We are all so tragic Wrapped in plastic Lost our souls down this revolution road Gone LMFAO lame, Asher Roth soft Suburban-a** wiggas turned urban outfitters A chetland circuit for some get fresh n***as A DIY scene made a corporation dream Trade our (?) Store soul for some street wear clothes Make us Ken and Barbie and forgot about who are we We tell them we're deep and arty paying homage to the party But me and them are not the same My name is Ja**on Too down to Earth to ever be a martian Or a man on the moon Not dissin' them dudes I do what I do For my BBU crew See, came into the scene on some "Who The f** is You?" And now we got them girlies screaming, “All we do is juke All we do is juke All we do is juke.” [Hook]