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- Cardi B type shit 歌詞
- Migos Cardi B
- Yeah yeah yeah uh yeah yeah uh yeah yeah
It cost a half a ticket for a glass wrist
Half a milli'
But it ain't cost me nothin' for this bad b***h
Ain't cost me nothin' ho
We the ones that break the stage then get paid
Came in the game get yo' stain bet the opps know all our names
B***h
Ain't you entertained
Ho
I bossed her now she plain
Plain
The struggle where we came
Struggle
There's smoke behind my game
Smoke
Quavo：
Soo grrraah
Shots get to firin' 'cause some n***as got to hittin'
Hittin'
Made 'em spin twice 'cause I swear I thought he missed
Go
F**k that smoke s**t I got ice on my wrist
Ice
Still get my hands dirty I'll wash 'em 'til it's drenched
Takeoff：
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
B***h it's the Rocket with all of these chains
B***h it's the Rocket
She got a n***a but s**t she told me she doin' her thang
S**t that's cool
Where there's a plug well none are more rockin' right now on terrain
Where there's a plug oh
This the type s**t that's out yo' lane
Quavo：
Type s**t type s**t this the type s**t
Let's roll
This the type s* *t that get yo b***h hit
Smash
This the type s**t that got you trendin'
Woo trend
This the type s**t that get yo' s**t split
Ooh
Takeoff：
I pour a pint and drink that s**t in thirty minutes
Drink lean
Ever since I jumped up off the porch I been gettin' it
Get it
Thinkin' 'bout them bags we had stashed in the kitchen
Bags
They said that society had turned me to a menace
Cardi B：
Look I say this the type s**t b***hes love to type s**t
I pull up Marine Serre you know in some tight s**t
My accountant think I' m gay all I do is buy s**t
From the projects to the private jets I've been a fly b***h
Mwah
Once h*es start doing bad they need somethin' they can blame it on
B***hes couldn't be as hot as me in the summertime with a blanket on
B***hes really be puppets I'm in the Lamb-chop and I don 't play along
Are you stupid dumb or slow
Got these frames from Ricky O
All these verses I done slayed all these looks that I done gave
Could have let these f**k h* es drown but I let them ride my wave
Man these h*es lookin' real light and this a*s lookin' real heavy
Feel like 'Yoncé with this Birkin but I'm Rowland with this Kelly
Grrr
Quavo：
Type s**t type s**t this the type s**t
Let's roll
This the type s**t that get yo b* **h hit
Smash
This the type s**t that got you trendin'
Woo trend
This the type s**t that get yo' s**t split
Ooh
Offset：
Calling shots
Brr
Order the semi's then score on the opps
Score
Scrape up the pennies before I was poppin'
Hey
F**k her dismiss her I'm that type of guy
Upping my fire and I'm waving it
Fire
Take off the top I done gutted it
Gutted it
Call me two harlet before I had busted it
Before
Flex on you n***as this s**t gettin' ugly
Ugly
I got a Patek inside of the Cullinan
Ah
I tell her suck on me I tell her f**k on me
Keep it a buck with me up in it stuck with me
Yes sir
If we get into it youn***as gon' duck for me
Go
N***as go buck for me shoot up the club for me
Shoot
They want the recipe body like Nestlé
Try get the best of me but I ain't going
No
She like an athlete n***a don't threaten me
Put out a hit in two-months and he gone
Hit
Put out the b***h she was here for too long
Put out
We don't need a loan the mob Capone
Mob
I make an M with a blindfold
Woo
Jump out the gym with some bows of the d**e
Hey
Them n***as spinnin' they takin' they souls
Spin
Want a promotion now he gettin' blowed
Blow
N***as already know
You know
Set ain't no ho he gon' come as a ghost
Quavo：
Type s* *t type s**t this the type s**t
Let's roll
This the type s**t that get yo b***h hit
Smash
This the type s* *t that got you trendin'
Woo trend
This the type s**t that get yo' s**t split
Ooh
Tay Keith f**k these n***as up
Mu-Mu-Mu-Murda
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