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bodak yellow aka no flockin (remix) - cardi b & kodak black lyrics

[intro: cardi b]
ksr
it’s cardi, ayy
said i’m the sh*t, they can’t f*ck with me if they wanted to
i don’t gotta dance
(remix)

[chorus: cardi b]
said lil’ b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me if you wanted to
these expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bl**dy shoes
hit the store, i can get ’em both, i don’t wanna choose
and i’m quick, cut a n*gga off, so don’t get comfortable, look
i don’t dance now, i make money moves (ayy, ayy)
say i don’t gotta dance, i make money move
if i see you and i don’t speak, that means i don’t f*ck with you
i’m a boss, you a worker, b*tch, i make bl**dy moves
[verse 1: cardi b]
now she say she gon’ do what to who? lеt’s find out and see
cardi b, you know where i’m at, you know wherе i be
you in the club just to party, i’m there, i get paid a fee
i be in and out them banks so much, i know they’re tired of me
honestly, don’t give a f*ck ’bout who ain’t fond of me
dropped two mixtapes in six months
what b*tch working as hard as me?
i don’t bother with these hoes, don’t let these hoes bother me
they see pictures, they say, “goals,” b*tch, i’m who they tryna be
look, i might just chill in some bape
i might just chill with your boo, i might just feel on your babe
my p*ssy feel like a lake
he wanna swim with his face, i’m like, “okay”
i’ll let him get what he want, he buy me yves saint laurent
and the new whip, when i go fast as a horse
i got the trunk in the front (vroom, vroom)
i’m the hottest in the street, know you prolly heard of me
got a bag and fixed my t**th, hope you hoes know it ain’t cheap
and i pay my mama bills, i ain’t got no time to chill
think these hoes be mad at me, their baby father run a bill

[verse 2: poetic mind]
lil b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me or my (f*cking crew)
these are haters, these are snakes, man, these are (all so true)
take the mic, i’m in the booth, take some l’s you (gonna loose)
and i’m quick, i stir the pot, so here let’s (make some stew)
look
i don’t eat, i just feed, you kids are (at a zoo)
say i don’t eat, i just feed, kids (go tie your shoes)
if you a two*faced fake, that means i don’t (f*ck with you)
you a follower an i’m a leader, man that’s (my own moves)
you said what to who? let’s find out and see!
you can’t f*ck with me. your a wannabee
your constantly, causing the drama an comedy
honestly, you owe me an apology
your acting so hard, but you follow the polices
you’re so wrongfully, wrong for me
so now i gotta show you the prophecy
cardi b cannot be as good as me
you are not a prodigy it ought to be
gotta be exodu$ i’m splitting so you can see. (sea)
you lyrics and stance is hypocrisy
your acting so fake behind the screens
we get it your making the green
an your acting so queen but your sins are not clean
an your sh*tting on dreams and your sipping on lean
but your acting so teen so here take this cuisine
you are so ugly so why so obscene?
your not a mc just because your on tv?
i can not believe what the h*ll you been thinking
your thinking your bringing better?
but you must have been drinking
i seeing your future, but it’s steadily sinking
it’s hitting the brink in, an i’ts bringing you back to your coffin
i’m laughing and coughing, career will be dropping
your sleeping, your tossing, becoming forgotten
you must have forgot in, that you stealing from pockets
an making a profit. you just can not stop it
you’re pretty much rotten
i’m hoping you fall an drown with the dolphins
[verse 3: dababy]
these n*ggas wanna be me, but they do not have the swag
don’t make me laugh (hahaha)
i got off my ass and i went and got a bag
i got a whole lot of hoes on my d*ck
i got a whole lot of b*tch n*ggas mad
bet when they see me they ain’t gon’ see sh*t
n*ggas be stalkin’ me, n*ggas some f*gs (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i think it’s funny, huh, ready for whoever want it, huh (yeah)
yeah, all of my n*ggas, all of my dogs, get to the money, huh, yeah
it’s only been 2 days (who?), and i ran through a 20 (yeah)
met your b*tch on tuesday (hey), then i f*cked her on sunday
i’m a dog, i went and got me a yellow b*tch (uh)
she suck my d*ck like a peppermint (uh)
and she got an ass like an african (yeah)
and you call her phone, she don’t answer it (brrp)
she blowing me up, your b*tch actin’ (brrp)
i told you, stop calling me daddy (h*llo)
you know you got a n*gga at home (huh)
just tell him i’m part of the family (yeah)
i hit your b*tch in the choke*hold
she coming back like a yo*yo (c’mere)
she busting nuts all on my polo (eugh)
and now you know, in case you don’t know (ha)
they bite my style, they bite my lingo (my lingo)
hop out the rented car with 3 hoes (3)
and all them b*tches, they got boyfriends
tryna find they b*tches like they nemo (yeah, hey)
ayy, these n*ggas old (old, old, old), tyler perry (yeah)
my b*tch is rihanna (ayy, yeah), if you mix it with halle berry (ha)
if she ain’t ratchet, i don’t want her (no)
you can keep her if she normal (for real)
i f*ck that b*tch like a broke n*gga
put the p*ssy in a coma (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hey)
i’m done f*cking with y’all on this god d*mn, haha, weak ass beat man, i do this sh*t all day
this sh*t hard, though
uh, uh
dababy, dababy, dababy, dababy
[verse 4: montana of 300]
you a p*ssy you get popped, no janitor i keep the mop
that b*tch on me when i shop, so come my way like fetty wap
i slide for real i’m on your heels when i pull up no ankle socks
it’s going down relax a n*gga like yung joc straight at his top
grew up in the ‘jects, we use to hoop on them crates
gang banging and holdin’ up rakes
start movin’ that weight, was gettin’ it from outer state
i chose the hustle to escape
while getting this cake, i had to k!ll a few snakes
i took my crookeds with my straights, hero with no cape
while making sure my people straight, i came out on top like a tank
now b*tch i’m the best, it is not up for debate
always drop and crack like a vase, more views that a wake
i got what they want like a safe, my ex on my d*ck triple h
no i’m not her man, but sometimes my belt got a h
my swagger from outer sp*ce
my new b*tch is perfect, just right for me like i’m drake
i eat that p*ssy like steak
she bad to the bone, she send naked pics to my phone
she keep my d*ck hard as a stone
gettin’ head on my throne, she l!ck a n*gga no patrón
then slide on that d like a zone
i’m fly like a drone, i got to the top on my own
i didn’t sell my soul to get known
don’t come at me wrong, you can get smoked like a bong
then get yo ass put in my song
two guns on my waist, big clips like deandre and blake
i slid through his home like his base
he ran like a race
then bullets came out his face, i got out i might shoot like i’m ace
check out my drip, whole bunch of gs on my kicks
i look like i hit a l!ck
i put my n*ggas on, now my team inside like a pig
we on fire, we lit, call us bic
i k!lled your homie, [i’m with you blue] like the knicks
i told you i’m with the sh*ts, 30 in my clip
i upped it and blew like a crip
but i’m donatello with that stick
these n*ggas slaves, these n*ggas sellin’ they souls
these labels pimpin’ they hoes
dyeing they hair, these n*ggas looking like trolls
right now they gettin’ exposed
you’re not a boss, you n*ggas do as you’re told
for the right price you will fold
i know that i’m cold, i’m bodying them like a robe
i just go in i’m like doors
i stay in my mode, b*tch i stay grippin’ that pole
i don’t let go like [evolved]
while on the road, we caught a case with a pole
it got dropped because none of us told
big faces, i be thumbin’ through
my squad get money too
a bunch of gs, on my f*ckin’ belt, and my luggage too
take your b*tch, f*ck her from the back
her dreams coming true
i f*cked her good and she told all her friends
they wanna f*ck me too
i put my faith, in god and my gun
i don’t trust none of you
had heat on me while i sat in class but it wasn’t summer school
i shot n*ggas in these f*cking streets then ball like uncle drew
i pop these p*ssies pill out on these b*tches he cliff huxtable
said i don’t need a deal i make money moves
said i don’t gotta sign b*tch i’m comfortable
if i see you and i don’t speak well that means i don’t f*ck with you
it’s fge and i’m the ceo this what that money do

[verse 5: waka flocka flame]
lil b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me if you wanted to
ain’t no ls over here, all i see is ws
elevator in my mansion cause i’m living comfortable
i’m a boss, you a worker, b*tch, i don’t f*ck with you
yah yah, i don’t dance b*tch, i make money moves
yah yah, uncle scrooge cause i’m swimming in money pools
when you see me in these streets, know that i don’t f*ck with you
i’m a magnet for the money franklin, now i’m stuck with you
now he say he gon’ do what to who, let’s find out and see
flockavelli, riverdale, bricksquad monopoly
put the brakes on a n*gga, i ain’t talking minor key
only really n*ggas rep the squad and they sign to me
i’m in the club balling out, throwing bands in vip
you outside in the line waiting, trying to show id
honestly don’t give a f*ck who in front of me
bankroll on stupid, i be where the money be
i don’t argue with these lames, don’t let lames bother me
in the telly with your girl smoking and she swallow me
look, might just chill with your chick, look at the fl!ck of my wrist
i put the d*ck in your b*tch, pimpin’ you cannot resist
i’m like okay
she know i get to a bag
tell your b*tch sit in the back, you know i’m a g
and i got plugs in your city, i get a chicken for cheap
i’m the hottest in the streets, get it poppin’ in the streets
i’m a bsm boss, you don’t want no parts of me
as i climb up the ladder of success, pardon me
n*ggas try to play the role knowing they ain’t hard as me
you a coward, you a lame, n*gga you should be ashamed
i just landed on my plane with duffle bags of mary jane
and i just checked my account, turns out i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich
money ain’t a thang baby, big pimpin’ in this b*tch
flockavelli
i can’t rap volume 2 n*gga
yuh, yuh, yuh

[verse 6: spice]
you little b*tch, your man f*cks with me cause he don’t want you
your sh*t is fake, this is real bottom, i’m his boo not you
you should know, me nah stop take the man so stop tell him fi choose
fi tell you the truth, you look like a bloodclaat mongoose, b*tch
inna the bedroom, this is how i move
bumpa jump pon the buddy like jacks that’s how i get him in the groove
so why you think couple months now the man ain’t f*ck with you
cause i’m the boss, you the worker, b*tch
you slip, you slide, you loose
now she say she can keep the man from me? let’s find out and see
cause my p*ssy really tiny like the eyes on the bee
when me put this pon top of him d*ck it’s like he want’s to marry me
he be in and out my hole so much and still ain’t tired of me
honestly, you favor the geico lizard i see on tv
straight like tree, no s*x appeal, b*tch you don’t look as good as me
i don’t bother with this hoe, so why the f*ck you follow me?
watch my captions, pics, my videos, b*tch stop live pon my ig
bloodclaat, me not even know weh fi start, man can’t even carry you go flaunt
look like a old donkey cart, man say you smell like a fart
don’t even want us to part, i’m like, “okay”
i let him do what he wants, f*ck me in the kitchen, the bath
we mad in love, like mona scott young and shawn
i’m telling you, i have his heart
got your man up in my sheets, i’m sure, i know you heard of me
down to him granny, all the dog a him yard, everybody fonder me
and i cook, we eat, we chill, me make you nyam bare headache pill
all when you find out you haffi bill cause our man a f*ck me still

[verse 7: furturistic]
yo
new rappers couldn’t touch me if they wanted to
i bring the soul with the flow like i sung the blues
independent till the finish, i commit it, i done did it for a minute play chess made a bunch of moves
fell back cause i had to live my real life
a couple cribs that i bought, both real nice
now it’s 2018, new year same me, new songs, new fear
thats some real ice
but i been had the stupidest words
got a baddie at the pad who got the stupidest curves
what i do is spit the stupidest verbs
how i maneuver up in a lyric kinda sewer dude, it’s stupid absurd
ruthless you heard. moving from the hood to the burbs, depends on the curb
all my neighbors now how i work
i pull up on em with a skurt like a migos verse
i one take it now they do it too but i did it first
yeah
they gon’ love me for my real songs
and maybe hate me cause i’m not them
maybe if i change my name and tatted up my face, i can go and drop them
go up and prolly get boxed in
put a little on the front, ah
i ain’t hatin’ homie, i’m just sayin’ homie this ain’t really what you want
forget that, been spazzed at the kickback
junior high gym class, people been ripped at, spit that
give ’em whiplash, make ’em get back
them cats nothin but second coming to riff raff
been facts, all i wanna do is make an impact
want it i get that, rap game been hacked
sinbad, i been rappin since he was up in that
movie on christmas
96′ kid back
ugh

[verse 8: renni rucci]
call me double r, no rolls royce, b*tch this renni rucci
i’m double g so i’m good to go, now i’m going to gucci
when i’m catching l’s i ain’t never losing, i’m just lost in louis
them red bottoms or your feet bleeding? y’all hoes confuse me
hold up, you just f*cked that n*gga for a quick band
ho go jump in some quicksand
i made six bands off a tit dance
yellow b*tch with a pit stance
godd*mn cash, this a sick plan
i just came in balling like the sixth man
i made my ass stand with no kick stand
cut this water off if you quit paying
i’m a bad b*tch with an attitude
before you see this p*ssy show some gratitude
close your eyes, say your grace n*gga
now lay down, let me f*ck your face n*gga
everybody talking renni rucci
if you’re talking money n*gga, oh let’s do it
got some metro n*ggas in the metro boomin’
got the molly moving like it’s techno music
aw sh*t, we just shut down vault
your n*gga choosing but it ain’t my fault
i’m a carolina b*tch running sh*t
and i’m talking sh*t like i’m from new york
count them checks, can’t take no shorts
eat this p*ssy, can’t eat no pork
these b*tches talking like they bossed up and all sauced up
but chasing child support?
uh, we came to f*ck up the club
f*cked up some ones, throw some dubs
y’all n*ggas scrubs
i am a queen, when you see me my n*gga just lay down the rug
don’t want no hugs
oh you just want you a selfie? i’m sorry i’ll strike me a pose
i’m nonchalant, i’ma stop acting like that
but this sh*t getting out of control, seriously
you might see me in some cartier
or you might see me with cardi b
you did a show and no one was there
i am the one who they want to see
you are not real, you a wannabe
i got more curves than the number three
you b*tches not seeing me obviously
honestly get the f*ck off of my property
hold up, ‘fore i leave this b*tch, who is lit as me?
how the f*ck you hoes important, can’t get past security?
you ain’t throwing out a dollar n*gga, don’t be touching me
renni rucci, renni rucci, b*tch i’m who they want to be
hold up, ‘fore i leave this b*tch, who is lit as me?
how the f*ck you hoes important, can’t get past security?
hold up, ‘fore i leave this b*tch, who is lit as me?
how the f*ck you hoes important, can’t get past security?

[verse 9: kodak black]
i ain’t worried ’bout her, that’s an old ho
you thought i was comin’ with my old flow
kodak ain’t com to take no photo
i don’t even pull up in a four door
i just hit a l!ck, hit the load though
all my life smokin’ on jojo
he was just posted up with dough though
now he gettin’ slammed by the popo
thuggish, buggish, ruggish sh*t
i can’t leave the streets, i love this sh*t
never gave a sh*t ’bout a messy b*tch
i ain’t never take a risk for a petty l!ck
i’m at digital heights and i’m goin’ on a heist
dead presidents, john kennedy
dead presidents, pockets mount everest
when i step on the scene it’s a felony (yeah, yeah)
christian louboutin (yeah)
these ain’t louis vuittons (huh)
hit a kodak bop on nae nae
i wanna top me a nae nae
now i’m in a white whip, no mayonnaise
stole a new car for me, audi a8
cardi b brought the beat, told me re*rock the heat
try me, i’ll do the race like i’m tay*k
it ain’t no flockin’ over here, lil’ buddy
all of us zombies over here, lil’ buddy
all of us robbin’ ’cause they love your money
got our own money, but we love your money
crack a n*gga’s head wide open like a pumpkin
jaguar f*type orange like a pumpkin
young n*gga, i got old hundreds
smokin’ k2 with my bunkie (woo!)

[verso 10: messiah el artista]
¿dique que tú puedes contra mi? suelta eso, bi
n*gga, please, to mis show son pago, ninguno gratis
créeme a mí, no hagas que yo coja aquí un felony
i’m the big beef for well, these n*ggas know my pedigree
honestly, i got bad b*tches that wanna f*ck with me
suck on me, ride me crazy y dejarme seco a mí
que yo no ‘taba sonando, que no ‘taba haciendo bulla
dique que estaba apagao y pegao con la jeva tuya
ando con mi primo lucas, un corito sano y con par de putas
lo que tu gasta’ una noche en botellas, eso yo lo gasto en refilles de hookah
los cueros dicen: “messiah ‘ta de pinga, porque nos da y después se embala”
a lo mejor ella pensaba que yo iba a darle y después mudarla
andamo’ en la calle, o sea en la lleca (skrt)
andamo’ fumando peyote, purple haze en mi yerba
hablan mierda a tu espalda y cuando te ven ellos no dicen na’
ando con mi hermano dj hova and tonight we gonna shake the block

[verse 11: kodak black]
young n*gga, i got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
i got prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad
pop a n*gga like a d*mn tag, shoppin’ on they ass
i just bought a new old jag, yeah, it’s so fast
smokin’ flocka, you a jackass, all i smoke is gas
don’t you ask me where the pole at, where yo’ clothes at?
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout my n*ggas, dammit, but y’all trippin’, too
is it you? d*mn, my n*gga, what the h*ll got into you?
project baby, y’all was skippin’ in the hallway, i was skippin’ school
on my ps and qs, on them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
bleedin’ concrete, bet you n*ggas won’t come ‘cross the street
pardon me, i don’t talk to you so don’t you talk to me
i ain’t dissin’ on n0body, b, i’m vibin’ on the beat
honestly, i’m just tryna be, i just gotta be
tryin’ to get over on anything, they tellin’ lies to me
i spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring
anyway, i’m married to the game, she said her vows to me
i ain’t gettin’ on my knees, bae, you bow down to me
you go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me
sorry, boo, yeah, i lied to you, but don’t you lie to me
it’s lil kodak, the finesse kid, boy, who hot as me?
told the doctor i’m a healthy kid, i smoke broccoli
i will run around your whole board like monopoly
ol’ boy, you’s a broke boy, flocka’s got you beat
chocolate, call me reese’s, can’t catch me without the piece
c’est la vie, i’m ten toes down, you fallin’ off your feet
i will trick yo ass for a treat, call it halloween
yeah, that money’s what i play fo’, call it lottery
godd*mn, you’s a clown to me, you’s a clown to me
you can’t smoke no black & milds with me, get in the car with me
you a funny guy, don’t you even joke around with me
how could it be? get from ’round a g, you grounded from me
i’m a freeband junkie, you a junkie
you gettin’ skinny, i’m gettin’ chunky, gettin’ money
want some food? boy, you hungry, i want them hundreds
hundreds

[verse 12: lil mosey]
do no flockin’ my n*gga, say we poppin’ my n*gga
on the block with some hitters (yuh)
up on front come get us, uh
bet you won’t do sh*t, n*ggas stay frontin’ but we know you won’t shoot sh*t
stuck on the on chick, boy i just got a new b*tch
say you run deep in the bank, is we do this (yeah we do this)
be with the gang, yes you knew this
school this, true this, jd in the cut, and he buss it when he lose it, you knew this
what the f*ck is you sayin’, b*tch on my d*ck it still pipe when i’m layin’
jolly in the cup, get geeked as i’m slayin’
straight face n*gga so you know i’m not playin’
do no flockin’ my n*gga
do no flockin’ my n*gga (aye)
steady watching these n*ggas (yuh)
we gon’ pop it my n*gga (bang)
better stop it my n*gga, uh
do no flockin’ my n*gga (aye)
steady watching these n*ggas (yuh)
we gon’ pop it my n*gga (bang)
better stop it my n*gga, uh
be wit’ the gang, what else i gotta rep?
bros over there and we took a fat step
had the whole block jumpin’, and we headin’ for the rest (yeah)
i’on be know*how, you just gon’ have to accept
mosey, mosey, mosey, you can say i’m the man
heard one song, and i turned ’em to a fan (yeah)
come at me yo body wrapped in saran
bro’s designer, ride with kari, whip in the kara van
flip a gram, stack a band, do it till we innocent
businessman, in the clan, bussin’ like we in iran n*gga (yup)
you know how my gang do
come correct, cause you know what we gon’ do
do no flockin’ my n*gga

[verse 13: sauca walka]
young n*gga i be sellin splash sellin b*tches ass
for that cash im gon splicadash yeah im gon splicadash
bought that chopper bought that chopper blast
im bout to chopper blast, touch my jewellery touch my jewellery n*gga thats gon be your ass
roll that grass roll that grass up thats that 93 roll that 93
everyday is just like halloween, n*gga peekabo when i pull up right on side of you, with your main b*tch
your heart broke cause she was in love with you
now you so confused, i got that b*tch riding and touchin me
she been cashing out she been giving me this brocolli
she been acting out, making 20 thousand dollars a week
i couldn’t even believe, that b*tch can make this much cheese
gave it all to me, put it all in my pocket im walking off
really im rolling off, she suck my d*ck and took ego sauce
she a bad hoe, she got them big titties and pretty t**th
she be lean walking, she got them guiseppes on her feet
she be trick stalking, she be looking for that gwopa cheese
on the internet, if you ain’t talking money then she is not gon speak
in the strip club, poppin that ass but you gotta pay to squeeze
you gotta pay to please, wanna take her on a dinner date pay the fee
she gonna stay with me, never gonna lie she would not play with me
i taught her a*z, everything real ain’t nothing make believe
you could not make her leave, i done tapped in her spirit her soul with me
she gon get old with me, she gon buy alot of diamonds and gold with me
bring b*tches home to me, never gonna get mad they posed to be
right in the bed with me, long as they bringing bread to the family
they understanding me, ain’t no b*tch coming in with no playing to me
no other man but me, my b*tches dont see no other man but me
[end hook]
all my b*tches they see only cash they see only cash
all my b*tches they see only cash yeah they see only cash
all my b*tches they see only cash they see only cash
all my b*tches they see only cash yeah they see only cash
ain’t no knockin
ain’t no knockin me
ain’t no knock knock knock
ain’t no knockin me
ain’t no knockin me
ain’t no knock knock knockin me
ain’t no knockin me
lil n*gga ain’t no knockin me
ain’t no knockin me
old n*gga it ain’t no knockin me
ain’t no stopping me
once i get your b*tch she gon believe
yeah shes gone with me, and you ain’t gon get her back for free
get her back from me, i dont care if you a athelete or a doctor b
once shes mine ain’t no knocking me

[verse 14: tobe nwigwe]
this no flockin’, this beat rockin’
southwest raised, g mud still poppin’
the blades still choppin’, the babes still boppin’
the rap game look like the new slave auction
can i get the what? can i get the who?
i flow for the trigger*happy rappin’ jiggaboos
and those that be itchin’ to clap back and think it’s cool
who pack a smg, but don’t work at the ticket booth
look, no movie
real raps in my itunes, no uzi
lowkey, fat fine, but she pose goofy
i keep flow raw, but it’s no sushi
boy, i’m on, wipe me down like the old boosie
yeah, show them sim’s pair of shoes
shoutout sim, he the coldest with the dance moves
try love, try god and you can’t lose
but chop in, i’m a show you what these hands do
yeah, young jerm hit me up, said she movin’ down
used to ride metro, but i’m boomin’ now
i only rap to keep the ratio of coonin’ down
don’t sleep on me, i got no chill
every beat i’m on, roadk!ll
god blessed me with chi like rotel
’cause i ride his coattail
both my partnas still make dope sales
and they be like “oh, well”
rock so much ice, it look like snow fell
and they move it wholesale
go tell it on the mountain
this weak well to the people pr*nouncin’
my last name actin’ like it’s a fountain
of consonants when they makin’ announcements
i’m tired of it, stop it
i do god’s work, i’m philanthropic
i keep my bid glistening like a prophet
and h*ll, if i ain’t the plug then i’m the socket
i swear the whole hood got my back like the chiropractor
’cause every bar i get it poppin’ like a firecracker
i’m tryin’ to go from genesis to the final chapter
so whenever the trumpet blow, i survive the rapture
yeah, yeah, you catch me hanggliding on clouds
screaming out “no diggity, no doubt”
elohim next to me lookin’ hennessy brown, we both jiggin’
that’s why i’m married to the game, i ain’t know different
used to dream about the slab with the fo’s tippin’
back when twista and do or die had me po’ pimpin’
every bar guava, you could see the flow drippin’
yeah, don’t touch my drip, let it marinate
that’s why i’m good in every hood like a pair of j’s
it’s the reason every track i’m on, i defecate
prayer line 5:30 just to meditate
me and fat lowkey lookin’ for a wedding date
i swear i rap for every piru and hoover tryin’ to maneuver
around the barricade at the pearly gates
let a sin never rest, need a rest haven
keep it movin’, never worry about the steps taken
i give middle fingers to satan wrestling with god
demanding every ounce of favor he used to bless jacob
i’m gone

[verse 15: megan thee stallion]
all these rap b*tches love to talk hot sh*t
rap about guns to impress these n*ggas
put my peace on a beat then arrest these n*ggas
put my pen to the paper then i check these n*ggas (check these n*ggas)
throw the heels on and seduce that boy
i’on think he knew he could make that noise
tell your b*tch calm down, don’t go so hard
spit my verse how i sip my oil
real slow (yeah), so smooth (yeah)
they put the mic in my hand ’cause they know what i’ma do
skip to the end ’cause they already knew
when i came in the game you was already through (already through)
i’m the real h*town hottie
all these other b*tches moving way too sloppy
never gettin’ better, you’ll forever be a copy
i like to get nasty then i like to rap about it (ahh)
i love gettin’ money so i had to trap about it
then i got up in the booth and ain’t a f*cking doubt about it
i’m the coldest rap b*tch out the h, really poppin’
and i’m from the south side so i better rock a body
runnin’ circles ’round a b*tch like a motherf*ckin audi
and he l!cked me in the middle so i let him call me lolly (lolly)
a lot of these hoes got me yawning (yawning)
she don’t like me ’cause i prolly
made a fan out her baby daddy
when he hit you from the back
he be thinkin’ ’bout the stalli— (thinkin’ ’bout the stalli) —ion
make him eat it in till it’s glistening
like my rock or the c*ck when i get on top
he being good like a n*gga tryna get off lock
we bleedin’ blocks for my n*ggas, ain’t working the clock
he think he cool, give a f*ck if he speakin’ or not
i rub my p*ssy on your mouth and tie your tongue in a knot
n*ggas better say my name like beyoncé
b*tches can’t keep up like i’m usain
you was number one fan, he my groupie
got the n*gga goin’ crazy like he lupe
i put my booty on his face, he a headass
he said he finna k!ll my p*ssy, he was deadass
and when he hit it with thee stallion, n*gga fell fast
he tried to lock it but i got it out of jail free
and he gon’ do what i say like he jeffrey (jeffrey)
i got dumb ass like my name hillary (hillary)
and n*ggas can’t touch this but they feelin’ me (feelin’ me)
and when these b*tches gon’ learn? ain’t no k!lling me
i bring it back, back, back like a trilogy (trilogy)
i love pimp c ’cause i got trill in me (trill in me)
i turn my phone off when i’m on that hennessy
i’ll f*ck around and see a n*gga i’on wanna see
big ole’ ass, love to watch me sit (watch me sit)
look back at him while i bounce on the d*ck (bounce on the d*ck)
hands on my waist, tell me “take that sh*t”
i’on got a problem taking you from your b*tch (you from your b*tch)
know her ass don’t clap like this
i bet her p*ssy don’t grip like mine
she a cute girl but she ain’t this fine
i’on jaw jack, don’t waste my time

[verse 16: soulja boy]
getting to the cake
all these n*ggas fake
yea these n*ggas snakes
these n*ggas hate
pull up on they block,first 48
gripping that heat
giuseppe’s that sit on my feet
trapping and capping getting money all week
p*ssy ass n*gga, you know that you weak
pull on yo block, shoot a n*gga in his cheek
came up from serving, you know it’s no flocking
i pull up on yo block and i’m gripping the chopper
i’m getting to the money
i’m getting to the dollars
man look at yo b*tch, she say i’m trending topic
i came up, and you know a n*gga got rich
standing in zone 1 i’m serving them bricks
who want beef with me,i’m gripping hollow tips ?
mac 11 on me make his body flip
giuseppe karate kick
hop out the foreign whip , like it’s a stolen whip
i’m gripping the .223,came in with hollow tips
disrespect soulja,man, we gone shoot some sh*t
the pistol be popping
everybody be dropping
in broad day, and i’m ferragamo when i’m shopping
disrespect soulja, you know that my n*ggas start popping
i smoke with jamaicans, i hang with the shallahs
i’m smoking on dope, i feel like a rocket
fettuccine alfredo, i’m eating my pasta
maison margiela, i’m popping my collar
faking actor, you deserve a oscar
i’m feeling like future, this sh*t get colossal
hit a n*gga,in the head, with a bottle
maison margiela, i hop out the rarri, i’m popping
too many hoes,got too many options
n*gga who the f*ck, you think that you stopping ?
aim with the chopper, i know that i got him
grab the uzi, then a n*gga start popping
hunnid shooters in atlanta, hunnid of them bompton
mini mac 11, n*gga start bussing
came up from the bottom, never had nothing
audemar bust down, gave it to my cousin
city to city, lil soulja boy buzzing
you tried to diss soulja, but boy you a joke
you lame ass n*gga, you know that you broke
i’m balling so hard, like i’m on a coat
my shooters pull up, they hit you with scopes
tell trump and hillary, i didn’t vote
in the kitchen, hit the pot with the fork
what the f*ck imma vote for ?
in the trap hit the pot, with my elbow
i iced out my other ear
they need to give obama 4 more years
i’ll k!ll a n*gga, tat one more tear
broke ass n*gga, get the f*ck out of here
i’m getting to the money, dope up in the wind
i was gone stop, but now it’s time to go in
i’m f*cking yo b*tch, and yo b*tch best friend
and i’m soulja tell em’ and i whip up a 10
sipping on juice, i don’t do the gin
who is this broke n*gga? who let him in ?
soulja tell em’, i pull up with the chopper
aiming at the motherf*cking chin
chopper hit a n*gga straight in the head
lamborghini, that’s a arm and a leg
disrepect soulja, boy you know you dead
10,000 put it straight on yo head
i don’t give a f*ck about none of yo goons
i don’t give a f*ck about none of yo hoods
run in yo house with the chopper, we pop
pull up on yo block,and yo body gone drop
sn*tch the gold out yo mothaf*cking mouth
shooters they come and they run in ya house
shout out my shooters they posted down south
i got them n*ggas, that pull up with triggers, that put the pistol in ya mothaf*cking mouth
gang

[verse 17: g*i*rilla]
b*tch, you can’t f*ck with me, i don’t follow through
i can give you second chances, but you lost in the dirt
these girls bounce with skirts, that’s my naughty boo
but you cannot compete, keep that streak off my name
you copy my culture, i’m that geek rockin’ chains
your talking’s changed, following different trends
you a sheep in that barn wild whenever
your man crush monday flexin’ for clout chasers
viscous never ending cycles nonstop
that tan is brighter than your future so prayers
you stop posing you hashtag slaves all in flocks
i’m no bystander to social media
but premium patrons are multiplyin’
half of em ever touched encyclopedias
the smart and the foolish are clearly dividing
i’m biting my skin on the verge of a riot
realizing this dying breed can still conquer
fighting to make em all worth being quiet
has my mind constantly going all bonkers
this outbreak changed the game right quick
from lil pump to lil tay, not a nice pic
so let me be the hero, make them my side quick
extinguish these villainy lames with my mic, b*tch!

[verse 18: cardi b]
if you a p*ssy, you get popped, you a goofy, you a opp
don’t you come around my way, you can’t hang around my block
and i just checked my accounts, turns out, i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich
i put my hand above my hip, i bet you dip, he dip, she dip
i say i get the money and go, this sh*t is hot like a stove
my p*ssy glitter is gold, tell that lil’ b*tch play her role
i just arrove in a rolls, i just came up in a wraith
i need to fill up the tank, no, i need to fill up the safe
i need to let all these hoes know that none of their n*ggas is safe
i go to dinner and steak, only the real can relate
i used to live in the p’s, now it’s a crib with a gate
rollie got charms, look like frosted flakes
had to let these b*tches know, just in case these hoes forgot
i just run and check the mail, another check from mona scott

- cardi b kodak black lyrics

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