Cardi B

Cardi B - Bickenhead lyrics

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[Intro]

Goes 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



[Verse 1]

Now, I said luxury apartments (wow), I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah)

There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr)

Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges

Don't matter if you f**k with me, I get money regardless (cash)



[Chorus]

That guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread

Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread

Bitch you pressed, you can flex

Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed



[Verse 2]

Now I said hoes down, G's up (G's up)

You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (ice)

I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck (skrrt)

I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up

Them bitches getting beat up

Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up

My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup

This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat

Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at

Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone)

Put it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (home)

I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid

Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed



[Chorus]

Get some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread

Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread

Bitch you pressed, you can flex

Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh

Guap, guap, get some chicken



[Refrain]

I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)

You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)

You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)

Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh



[Verse 3]

Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while

Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style

Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church

Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove

Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305

Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive

Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile

Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo)

Gimme some neck, gimme a check

Pussy so good, make a nigga invest

Get a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet

I'll get it back up, just give me a sec'

Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag

Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf

When I'm done I make him cum, but then he comin' off that cash



[Chorus]

Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread

Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread

Bitch you pressed, you can flex

Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh

Guap, guap, get some chicken



[Refrain]

I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (boy, please, whatever)

You play with me, I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever)

You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (boy, please, whatever)

Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh



[Outro]

Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
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Language: English

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