Cardi B

Cardi B - Lit Thot songtekst

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Deal with them no no

Deal with them I can't

Peanut butter ass work

f**k around and get jammed

Cardi in this bitch you better understand

I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand

I be that hood bitch from that block

It's my hood on top

Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped

I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop

They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot

Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word

These cats got no stacks man they f**king get on my nerves

I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word

And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves



Oh they mad Ima keep them mad oh they hella sick

See me stunting see me getting bands on yeah hella bricks

Cardi looking good in this shit oh yeah hella fit

Run up on me wrong they pop the trunk on you elephants

You don't know me hoe you don't know me bro you don't know me just move

I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed

That f**k shit that truck shit I do not approve



You niggas with that shrimp dicks be f**king up my mood



I be that hood bitch from that block

It's my hood on top

Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped

I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop

They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot

Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word

These cats got no stacks man they f**king get on my nerves

I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word

And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves

Deal with them no no

Deal with them I can't

Peanut butter ass work

You f**k around and get jammed



Cardi in this bitch you better understand

I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand



Just get up off me just get up off me just get up off me you fake

You talking all that tough shit but quick to talk to the jakes

Let a bitch try me that's these red bottoms to the face

Nigga hating hoes ain't got no clout that's Superman with no cape

All I need is coronas and I'm set for the night



Let a bitch act up just know it's on sight

They mad cause my time came and I didn't miss my flight

f**k you thought a bitch was gonna be down her whole life



I be that hood bitch from that block

It's my hood on top

Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped

I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop

They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot

Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word

These cats got no stacks man they f**king get on my nerves

I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word

And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves
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