Cardi B
Cardi B - Bronx Season songtekst
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Oh, how you doing? I'm alright Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost? Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts? All these labels, throwing deals from left to right But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right All these people think that this shit happen overnight All that flexin' they be doing Shit is all a hype No tolerance for a hating bitch Talking shit Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's f**king lit And don't be talking all that sorry shit Don't flip the script I see the lights I hear the hype I hit the mic I kill the show I get my dough I catch a flight I see a hater I'm running down It's on sight I throw my hands I hit em' left I hit em' right They sleeping on me just because I used to strip But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP Blowing up my phone Saying everything I touch is lit Acting cool and wanna f**k me Like they wasn't talking shit I let em' live Let the shady motherf**kers live Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is Don't got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch? Don't waste my time I ain't never been no average bitch Not to mention I did my tour and that shit was winning Independent, the headline Award of feeling I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given I love the fans They fill me up with their ammunition I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office Corny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhausted Wave the white flag Girl, you might as well just forfeit My ex told me I was never gon' be shit Lookie, lookie now Lookie now Nigga I'm that bitch What you thought? Yeah, you really lost Now you kinda sick But I ain't never need a nigga I was always on my shit I used to stare at magazines On the train Looking at these models Like "I gotta be this one day" f**k around Got myself a name Now I'm getting paid Left the corny bitches in the grave Now they throwing shade