| Them motherfuckers be like, «But what type of niggas will wife you?»
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| My type of niggas will wife me! |
| The type of niggas that like bitches that pop
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| off and suck dick all day motherfuckin' long, bitch
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| Thanks to all my followers that always defended me, y’all like my god brothers
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| and god sisters. |
| I would dead jump in your fight, I would dead jump in your
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| fight. |
| Now what’s poppin?
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| Who wanna pop off?
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| Who wanna start war?
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| They talkin' shit?
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| I’m takin' tops off
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| Jeans, off
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| Weaves, off
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| Rings, off
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| Everythin', off
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| Who wanna pop off?
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| Who wanna start war?
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| They talkin' shit?
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| I’m takin' tops off
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| Jeans, off
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| Weaves, off
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| Rings, off
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| Everythin', off
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| I’m startin' to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin'
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| Bitches throwing subs like I won’t kick your face in
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| Baby mama’s mad 'cause I’m in first place, and
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| When it comes to you bitch, there’s no conversation
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| I been to give it up grimy, I’m the Bronx bitch, I’m feisty
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| «Cardi why you feisty?» |
| Shut up bitch, fight me
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| NY raised and so you know it’s very likely
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| That when I hear some shit that I don’t like, I get hype B
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| Who would wanna wife me? |
| Your nigga wanna wife me
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| You think 'cause I’m a stripper hoe, that nigga won’t think twice B?
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| Put this pussy on his face, rde that shit nicely
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| Set his ass up, then you really ain’t gon' like me
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| So what you tryna do? |
| You and you and you
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| I feel some type a way, a bitch finna get loose
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| Tell me what’s the deal? |
| I’m 'bout to start the hill
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| The wig is comin' off, shit 'bout to get real
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| Who wanna pop off?
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| Who wanna start war?
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| They talkin' shit?
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| I’m takin' tops off
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| Jeans, off
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| Weaves, off
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| Rings, off
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| Everythin', off
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| Who wanna pop off?
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| Who wanna start war?
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| They talkin' shit?
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| I’m takin' tops off
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| Jeans, off
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| Weaves, off
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| Rings, off
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| Everythin', off
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| Got beef with Cardi B? |
| I’m poppin' off
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| Shit get hectic? |
| I’ma drop it off
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| Oh you shinin'? |
| Your chain and your watch is off
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| You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off
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| Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft
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| You caught feelings, could she ain’t even drop you off
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| You thought that bag was gettin' you pussy, not at all
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| You was gettin' lied, you ain’t know she made that call
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| To the dog’s dinner, and they starvin'
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| I gotta feed all 'em
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| I’maget that nigga, you gon' get that bitch
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| What they thought switched 'cause we both got rich?
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| Nah, we on the same time
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| You got yours, I got mine
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| You got a problem, get in line
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| It’s Cardi B, and 2 times
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| Who wanna pop off?
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| Who wanna start war?
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| They talkin' shit?
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| I’m takin' tops off
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| Jeans, off
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| Weaves, off
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| Rings, off
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| Everythin', off
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| Who wanna pop off?
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| Who wanna start war?
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| They talkin' shit?
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| I’m takin' tops off
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| Jeans, off
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| Weaves, off
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| Rings, off
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| Everythin', off
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| Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied
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| Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin' retarded
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| I ain’t backin' down, Cardi got the heart regardless
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| You gon' have to knock me out if you think I’ma forfeit
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| Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it
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| Pay a couple niggas and they had you out in a coffin
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| And I put that on my life, I really don’t do this often
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| But the way I’m feelin' now, like whatever, I’m on it
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| Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off
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| Had the pastor prayin', like, «Sorry for your, loss»
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| Throw dirt on my name, you better pop off
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| My name ring bells like Mayweather, box off
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| I’m Cardi B, east coast newest contender
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| 5'3″ lookin' good with the nails bananas
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| Freddy Kruger on these bitches, I cut their lights off
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| Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops off |