Bella Poarch - Dolls

Oh, don't I look nice? Batting my eyes
Isn't it pure perfection?
Cute, think I'm polite, stereotype
Got your full attention
Think that you can play with me, you better watch your back
The last thing that you'll hear will be my laugh (Haha, yeah)

'Cause, baby, dolls kill
Don't provoke us or we will
Push you downhill
Might be pretty, but we're still
Bitter as much as we're sweet
Knife hidden under the sheets
Baby, dolls kill
Don't provoke us or we will