Cardi B

Cardi B - Stripper Hoe lyrics

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I'm your



Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow

Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes

Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone

Got him runnin' home, f**k him good, get that money flow

Pussy got him goin' places he would never go

Pussy got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove

Pussy got him f**ked up, I think he overdosed

But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote

Antidote, antidote



I think I like that

I think I like that

I think I like that

I think I like that



Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe

But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though

A lot of bitches talkin' down on me like I'm a joke

Talk shit, I'll f**k your man, send him back hella broke

Ha, I'm laughin', but I really mean it though

I'm on another level like I'm playin' Mario

These bitches can't see me, even with a telescope

Every day I'm shittin' on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl

Ew! Cause I be workin' and workin'

All these heads I be turnin', they on my body like surgeons

I think they see my conversion

That's why they be lurkin', but their feelings be hurtin'

Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs

And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub"

Now they the same niggas blowin' up my phone

Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub

Bands, bands, bands, bands



I think I like that (I got in my feelin's)

(I know, I know they mad now)

I think I like that

(I know they feel my flow now)

I think I like that (say that one more time)

(Here are my feelings)

I think I like that



When I come up in the building I initiate

I'm the reason why motherf**kers gotta renovate

I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate

Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states

Before the surgery they didn't even look this way

Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak

Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday

You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way

Oh you bitches suckin' dick just to get a bag

You hustlin'-backwards ass bitch, you're doin' bad

It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that

Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that

I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts

When a nigga 'bout to cum, just throw it back

It's over, you won, that nigga trapped

And that bank account, girl? Empty that
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