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Intro: Cardi B & 21 Savage] 30, you a fool for this one Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body Shinin' all over my body, put that lil' bitch on Molly Bardi Bitch on Molly 21, diamonds all over my body F***ed that bitch on Molly Ask h
motherf***ers be like, "But what type of niggas will wife you?" My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherf***in' long, bitch Thanks to all my followers that alw
! Cardi ! B ! This is how I do I make a fool out these bitches They be thinking they tough This is how I do I make these niggas spend their money Then I show them no love This is how I do If the bag not involved Then you know it's a dub This is how I do They ain't f
everybody its DJ Envy, Angela Yee, Charlamange Tha God We are the Breakfast Club We got some special guests in the builging Our lord and savior Cardi B Cardi B, Cardi B, Cardi B Now what about your career as an artist And what was your inspiration We
don't really trust them no more All these bitches do is talk behind your back that's a no go And I don't really stress it no more Getting all this money made my heart so cold Middle finger up to you hoes Hating on me I'm making moves on the road though And I don't really trust them
know I could love you with all my heart You're my baby and And I love you I just I just feel the need to hurt you Maybe I'm scorn Maybe I need a therapist Maybe I'm petty I just I want to hurt you I want to hurt you I want to hurt you I need to make you sure you reme
A$AP Rocky:] If I hit it one time I'mma pipe her If I hit it two times then I like her If I f*** three times I'mma wife her It ain't safe for the black or the white girls It ain't safe It ain't safe It ain't safe It ain't safe Tell your man p
Quavo] Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda [Chorus: Quavo] Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt) Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it) You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah) Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (jump) Cotton can
Verse 1: Rita Ora] Her name is louder, we learned a lotta How to do it like we do it, like we wanna We just know, we just know I ain't one sided, I'm open-minded I'm fifty-fifty and I'm never gonna hide it You should know, uh, you should know, ay [Pre-Ch
name is Lara, we learned a lot ah How to do it, like we do it, like we wanna We just know We just know I ain't one sided, I'm open-minded I'm fifty-fifty and I'm never gonna hide it You should know, eh You should know, ay All summer we've been in the 'bu 68 Chevy with
baby I like it like that You gotta believe me when I tell you I said I like it like that You gotta believe me when I tell you I said I like it like that Now I like dollars, I like diamonds I like stunting, I like shining I like million dollar
bag, money bag Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag Money bag Cardi I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet p**** Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée With them pret
left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks defined No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what
Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Woah Lookin' like I caught a lick Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch Lookin' like I caught a lick Since Day 1, I've been that bitch Got some hitt
Hard work Ayo, step up in the spot, you know who I be Couple bottles pop in the VIP Dancin' all up on the couch, shakin' my ass Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny Bitch, pardon me, you don't wanna start with me I be out here gettin' cash, you be i
dig? Yeah Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Woah Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!) Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!) Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo) Lookin
pull up, like what's up, everything on fleek I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better You better, you better, you better When that check come I be like Yo
come one man! Yo, what is your problem? Why you knocking on the door like that? You know my uncle on the run. You - I thought you was the police Cardi, why you keep me waiting like that all the time? The garbage man - they - they asked me if I live here, I say no. Wh
with them no no Deal with them I can't Peanut butter ass work F*** around and get jammed Cardi in this bitch you better understand I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood o
York City, welcome to Street Soldiers. The hottest talk on radio, hosted Lisa Evers I’m so glad you’re joining us for this episode of Street Soldiers. With us is Cardi B.She also has a new EP called Gansta B. Cardi, thanks for being with us Yeah thank you very much We really
Intro: YG] 4Hunnid! Mustard on the beat ho [Chorus: YG] Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag,
name is Lara, we learned a lot ah How to do it, like we do it, like we wanna We just know We just know I ain't one sided, I'm open-minded I'm fifty-fifty and I'm never gonna hide it You should know, eh You should know, ay All summer we've been in the 'bu 68 Chevy with nothing t
they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose Used to dance in a club right across from my school I said "dance" not "f***", don't get it confused Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume Mama couldn't gi
boy Cass! Cardi! Non-stop Came through drippin' (drip drip) Came through drippin' (drip drip) Came through drippin' (drip drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice) Came through drippin' (drip drip) Came through drippin' (drip drip) Came through drippin' (dr
Cardi B Leave that bitch alone Leave that bitch alone You knew that I was crazy Why the f*** you took her home? Now I'm goin' through your phone Seein' all these hoes You knew that I don't like her What type of crazy shit you on? You want me to come to your crib and
little bitch, you can't f*** with me If you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms These is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get them both I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off So don't get comfortable Look, I don't dance now I ma
m living my best life, yeah, yeah I'm living my best life Made a couple Ms, you know (ah, huh) Said I'm living my best life, said I'm living my best life Made a couple Ms with my best friends Turned all my Ls into lessons You see the whip pulling up, it's like sk
Cardi B Aw yeah (Hoodcelebrityy) Hey gal, beg you listen to my offa Yuh body, me ah beg a likkle wine offa This a nuh sumn for your smile offa Me guarantee it ah go bun yuh like lava Back it up for me Back it up for me, girl Back it up for me
Josh X I see the pain in your eyes And truth is, only the strong survive And you still here, so from here you only gon' rise Spread them wings so they can tell you how far you gonna fly You don't gotta pop them pills I know just how you feel I know there's a lot of fake lov
fake, you better pull up on me I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up, homie Pull up, pul
all that talking shit F*** all that stalling shit I came here to eat I ain't with that starving shit Been on the hustle since young, so I been involved in shit: The fakes, the snakes, heartbreaks-- I mean all of it I'm in my zone now and I ain't gon fold up They like Cardi
need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I
down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me we gon beef foreva Why you always tryna run and hide Always have my name up in your mouth you outta line You gon' make me pop up at your door like s
hate when I'm using a guy and shit and they start catching feelings and like no matter what I tell them like they just don't stop liking me. Like I be like listen I'm a hoe I don't cook I don't clean like trust me you don't want me to be the mother of your kids. I don't
feat. Cardi B & DJ Khaled) [NOT FULL] [Intro:] [Verse: Jennifer Lopez] Me and my man we stack it up to the ceiling Callate la boca, let me finish Every day i'm alive i make a killing I swear imma get it [Chorus: Jennifer Lopez] Yo quiero, quiero dinero (ayy)
crescenno nu bello cardillo Quanta cose che l'aggio 'mpara' Adda ire da chisto e da chillo Ll'immasciate po' m'adda purta' Siente cca' bello mio lloco 'nnante ',c'e' na casa 'na nenna 'nc'e' st? tu la vide ca nun ? distante chella nenna aje da ire a truv? si la
amp;quot;Baby I'm Selfish&quot; Common feat. Kanye West [Chorus: Common] I'm callin' (baby i'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (baby i'm selfish) Your my ladies and I can't (baby i'm selfish) Let you (I want you t
Intro:] I be the F to the I to the d double double, ZZZZZZZ It's the F to the I to the d double double, ZZZZZZ Yeaaaah (That's Right) [Verse 1:] You can find me in the club, with my hat to the back. [Uh] Crackin a mag, and probably wrappin a zag Lookin at sh
ah, ah-ah, ah Ah, ah. Walking is an art, So is my body. Papi is a workaholic, I'm his little party. I'm Miss Parlor-Tricks, Sips above the cardi, I can make you dope, sick, From the naughtiness. He says ''who's the best?'' You is. I'm glamorous! Famous! Notorious!
could of waited till i got home Now shes on the train while im on my own First thing this morning you ironed my shirt for me At lunchbreak we were fighting on the phone This evening i bought back dvds But im alone with the tv First thing this morning your h
esempio a me piace la strada col verde bruciato, magari sul tardi macchie più scure senza rugiada coi fichi d'India e le spine dei cardi Ad esempio a me piace vedere la donna nel nero nel lutto di sempre sulla sua soglia tutte le sere che asp
Hook - Murphy Lee] Hey Maa, what ya need, what ya like? You can get it from Granpa Gametight She looks at me and she says.. "I wanna go outside in the rain" So I took her...So I took her I packed all her bags yes I took her I
it up, ayy, sauce it up, ayy Sauce it up, ayy, in love I'm Where you from, ayy, throw it up, ayy I'm one of the greatest to ever do it Goin' dumb (hey), goin' nuts (hey) Sauce it up (hey), sauce it up (hey) Lil Uzi Vert Throw it up (hey), where you from (hey) Throw it up (hey)
Hook: Ludacris] Yeah, breathe in, breathe out If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out Push a big truck, pull ya keys out Girls go wild and pull ya deez out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
Full lyrics available upon release of the song] I be stylin' on these niggas Stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these niggas Stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these bitches Stylin' on these ho
Intro: Baka] Murda on tha beat so it's not nice [Chorus: Quavo] Beast, she a lil, she a lil beast (yeah) She a lil beast (beast), she a lil, she a lil beast (beastie) She a lil beast (beast), she a lil, she a lil beast (beast) She a lil beast (yeah),
for all my nasty hoes, yeah (alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, woo (hol' up) This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, look, uh Now, I said luxury apartme
Be careful, be careful, be careful with me Yeah, look I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit But we more like Belly—Tommy and Keisha shit Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit Man, I thought you w
ooh Ring, ring, ring, ring You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring Should I call first? I can't decide I want to, but a bitch
Mustard on the beat ho Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag, Fendi bag Prada bag, Louis bag, Gucci bag, Gucci bag Birkin bag, she
I just want to break up all your shit Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch Then dial tone, click and f*** your little fake ass friends Come around actin' like they my bros I seen y'all little group texts Where you all like to brag about your
how you doin'? I'm alright Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost? Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts? All these
what's good, what you doin', you goin' through my phone? Nah you violatin', wassup? Oh, so you buyin' bitches Birkin's now? Nah, she got that at Fordham So you takin' bitches out to Outback? You know I like that motherf***in' rib eye steak out there. Why the f*** would yo
, rollin', all my bitches rollin' All my bitches rollin', rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' Rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' quick Look, show yo
Yo my nigga Yo what's good? What you doing? I'm chillin' and shit what happened Yo I'm dumb tight right now Like tell me how this nigga I was in the club and he was dead tryna style on me tryna play me like yo I'm so tight I feel like these niggas b
where the f*** was you at? F*** you mean you at some club Bet you at the club got niggas touching on your ass right Same ass I'm supposed to be touching on right Bitch you think you cute ohh you think you a bad bitch Bitch you ain't shit you trash bitch thot d
gave you more than I give myself So loyal to you that I betray myself Well I guess Ima wither away You a snake and you chose to slither today I gave my all my love and my trust but I guess my all just wasn't enough Yeah there's something about you I ca
band, hundred band I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man They f*** with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have
you a trick trick trick trick trick trick You ain't nothing but a trick trick trick trick trick You catching feelings like a hoe you's a trick trick trick trick trick No love no love for a trick trick trick trick trick No love no love for a Rule #1 if you ain't
know, people underestimated me And making me feel like I'm never gonna amount to shit because I used to be a stripper It feels like I'm getting whipped in the back, with words But you know what? They don't see the bigger picture I had to feed myself
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