Bronx Season

Cardi B

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    Oh, how you doin'?
    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, throwin' deals from left to right
    But I ain't givin' in until they get them numbers right
    All these people think that this shit happen overnight
    All that flexin' they be doin', shit is all a hype
    No tolerance for a hatin' bitch talkin' shit
    Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm suckin' dick
    So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fuckin' lit
    And don't be talkin' 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 runnin' down, it's on sight
    I throw my hands, I hit em' left, I hit em' right

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    They sleepin' on me just because I used to strip
    But it's all good 'cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
    Blowin' up my phone, sayin' everythin' I touch is lit
    Actin' cool and wanna fuck me like they wasn't talkin' shit, woah
    I let 'em live, let the shady motherfuckers live
    Get them the price then it's time to show them 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 winnin'
    Independent, the headline, award of feelin'
    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, yeah
    I used to stare at magazines on the train
    Lookin' at these models like: I gotta be this one day
    Fuck around, got myself a name, now I'm gettin' paid
    Left the corny bitches in the grave
    So they throwin' shade

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    Composición: J White, Klenord Raphael, Swift Star y Cardi B

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