Lyrics Rumors - Lizzo, Cardi B

Rumors

They don't know, I do it for the culture, goddamn
They say I should watch the shit I post, oh goddamn
Say I'm turning big girls into hoes, oh goddamn
They say I get groupies at my shows, oh goddamn
All the rumors are true, yeah
What ya' heard, that's true, yeah
I fuck him and you, yeah
If you believe I do that
Had to cut some hoes loose, yeah
NDA, no loose lips
Now them hoes tryna sue me
Bitch, I don't give two shits
All the rumors are true, yeah
I've been into bamboo, yeah
Focused on this music
My ex nigga, he blew it
Last year, I thought I would lose it
Reading shit on the internet
My smoothie cleanse and my diet
No, I ain't fuck Drake yet
Spending all your time tryna break a woman down
Realer shit is going on, baby, take a look around
If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hanging out
Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch
(Talk and talk and talk and talk)
(Give 'em somethin' to talk about)
Sick of rumors
But hater's do what they do (Uh)
Hater's do what they do (Cardi!)
All the rumors are true, yeah
Fake ass, fake boobs, yeah
Made a million at Sue's, yeah
Got me runnin' with fake news, yeah
Cardi ain't poppin', no, that's a machine (Huh?)
Nobody listen', they buyin' them streams (Hmm)
They even posted on blogs overseas
A lie in a language I can't even read
The fuck do this mean?
Look, I'm a Bronx bitch with some pop hits
Used to pop off when they pop shit (Woo)
But I'm calmed down and I'm locked in
And my records live in the top 10
Lizzo, teach me about this big girl coochie (Okay)
Last time I got freaky, the FCC Sued me
But I'm gonna keep doing what I wanna do
'Cause all the rumors are, all the rumors are true, yeah
They hated on me since school, yeah
I never I thought was cool, yeah
Now me and Cardi, we cool, yeah
I love hoes on poles, yeah (Woo)
I am body goals, yeah
This shit from my soul, yeah
Black people made rock and roll, yeah
While your spending all your time tryna break a woman down
Realer shit is going on, baby, take a look around
If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hanging out
Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch
What they say?
(Yeah)
What they say?
(Yeah)
(Talk and talk and talk and talk)
Give 'em something to talk about
Sick of rumors
But hater's do what they do
Hater's do what they do
All the rumors are true
(Rumors, yeah)
Sheesh