| Oh, how you doin'?
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| I’m alright
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| Hahaha
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| Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
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| And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain’t soft?
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| How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
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| Why they really tryna front like I ain’t hit the charts?
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| All these labels, throwin' deals from left to right
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| But I ain’t givin' in until they get them numbers right
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| All these people think that this shit happen overnight
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| All that flexin' they be doin', shit is all a hype
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| No tolerance for a hatin' bitch talkin' shit
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| Only time I hold my tongue is when I’m suckin' dick
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| So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it’s fuckin' lit
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| And don’t be talkin' all that sorry shit, don’t flip the script
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| I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic
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| I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight
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| I see a hater, I’m runnin' down, it’s on sight
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| I throw my hands, I hit em' left, I hit em' right
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| They sleepin' on me just because I used to strip
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| But it’s all good 'cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
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| Blowin' up my phone, sayin' everythin' I touch is lit
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| Actin' corn and wanna fuck me like they wasn’t talkin' shit, woah
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| I let 'em live, let the shady motherfuckers live
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| Get them the price then it’s time to show them what it is
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| Don’t got the bat? |
| Well then what you really tryna pitch?
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| Don’t waste my time, I ain’t never been no average bitch
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| Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin'
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| Independent, the headline, award of feelin'
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| I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
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| I love the fans, they fill me up with their ammunition
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| I don’t really talk shit but now I gotta off this
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| I don’t know why bitches think we work in the same office
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| Corny bitches tryna keep up? |
| Look exhausted
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| Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit
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| My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
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| Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga I’m that bitch
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| What you thought? |
| Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick
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| But I ain’t never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah
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| I used to stare at magazines on the train
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| Lookin' at these models like, «I gotta be this one day»
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| Fuck around, got myself a name, now I’m gettin' paid
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| Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin' shade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bronx Season , by - Cardi B. Song from the album Gangsta Bitch Music Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп