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point me 2 (radio edit) - fendida rappa & cardi b lyrics

[intro: fendida rappa]
uh, i’ma give it to ’em just like this
(jordon, is that you?)

[chorus: fendida rappa]
look, he off a pill, ill, is it even real?
he got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even k!ll? (what?)
ni* dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
cappin’ in they rap, should we give ’em deals?
he off a pill, ill, is it even real? (uh)
he got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even k!ll? (what?)
ni* dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
ni* cappin’ in they rap, should we give ’em deals? (hmm*mm)

[verse 1: fendida rappa]
all that rah*rah when i’m talkin’, they don’t hear me, though (hmm*mm)
play that —— back, make ’em sit back ’cause we in this, in this (hmm*mm)
turn me up, i’m tryna, tryna, point me to the ——* (what?)
that ——* tough, he out of luck, foe’nem gave ’em up (what?)
she got some buns, make me, this, this finna run (hmm*mm)
i gotta thumb, she can’t take it, then make me numb (hmm*mm)
her ——* nukin’, he a goofy, she got goofy ——* (what?)
her —— taste good with no smell, she got a fruity ——* (what?)
i can’t wait, i’m tryna fack, take me to the back (uh, uh)
we hit a rat, where you at? we got uchi sat (uh, uh)
and all the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (where the hoochies at?)
in my city we get lit, that’s where the movies at (that’s where the movies)
and you can’t come up, you can’t come up with all that goofy —— (uh, uh)
and you can’t come up in my city, think you movin’ —— (at all)
you can’t be actin’ like you with it, that’s that stupid, that’s that (what?)
and you can’t tweak up off them pills ’cause we gon’ do you (hmm*mm)
[chorus: fendida rappa]
he off a pill ill, is it even real?
he got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even k!ll? (what?)
ni* dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
ni* cappin’ in they rap, should we give ’em deals?
he off a pill ill, is it even real? (uh)
he got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even k!ll? (what?)
ni* dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
n* cappin’ in they rap, should we give ’em deals? (hmm*mm)

[verse 2: cardi b & fendida rappa]
b*tches talkin’ all that rah*rah, i don’t feel it though (hmm*mm, i don’t feel it though)
like the plan b didn’t work, baby, i’m in this (hmm*mm, i’m in this)
this all wetty and she ready, ooh, she tryna, tryna (tryna f*ck)
he think he handsome, it’s a ransom, we done light ’em up (bah)
she got some buns, her —— dumb, ooh, i’m tryna, tryna (hmm*mm, uh)
i’m in the strippy with a bl!cky and a lot of ones (hmm*mm, uh)
my name is always in that mouth, i got that juicy (juicy, juicy)
lv, loose ———, she got louis (louis, ah)
ain’t gon’ lie, her —— is fat, hit it from the back (back)
she playin’ “wap,” she throwin’ cat in that uber black (black)
one of my ——— like kehlani, one look like normani (look like normani)
me and my ——* ’bout to flip ’em, we like tip and tiny (tip and tiny)
if there’s skezos in the club then you know where to find me (hmm*mm, where to find me)
all my diamonds eliantte, these ——* h*lla shiny (hmm*mm, h*lla shiny)
i’m makin’ cash, who shakin’ —*? i’m really movin’ —— (go)
i’m really eatin’ ———* up, i’m out here chewin’ —— (bah)
too many ———* in my city think they’re doin’ —— (think they’re doin’ sh*t)
too many opps that i don’t know, ——*, who the —— is this? (who the —— is this?)
scared to face me by theyself, they start recruitin’ (start recruitin’)
i call them (call them) to their face, they don’t be doin’ (don’t be doin’)
and i’m ready with receipts, i be provin’ (hmm*mm, i be provin’)
i blow fifty racks in target on some stupid (hmm*mm, on some stupid)
———* out here must be slow, they out here losin’ it (out here losin’ it)
i’m like a (like a), i’m on go, i don’t care who it is (hmm*mm, bah)
[chorus: fendida rappa]
he off a pill, ill, is it even real?
he got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even k!ll? (what?)
ni* dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
ni* cappin’ in they rap, should we give ’em deals?
he off a pill, ill, is it even real? (uh)
he got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even k!ll? (what?)
ni* dissin’ when they rap, should we call it drill? (what?)
ni* cappin’ in they rap, should we give ’em deals?

- fendida rappa cardi b lyrics

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