Cardi B Hot Shit Song Lyrics
It’s too hard (it’s too hard)Tay Keith, it’s too hard (too hard)(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now this that hot shitJimmy Snuka off the top rope, Superfly shitMight get in the tub with all my ice on some Pac shitEither way you slice it, bottom line, I’m the top bitchNew Chanel, I rock it, twist and it ain’t even out yetAll this jewelry at the grocery store, I’m obnoxiousBought a home and closin’ on another, I know I’m blessedEverybody wanna be gang, ain’t no spots leftBad bitch contest, it wouldn’t be a contest(Ooh, smokin’ dope) I’m connectedI don’t know what’s longer, man, my blocklist or my checklistI don’t know what’s colder, man, my heart or my necklacePretty when I wake up, I’m a bad bitch at breakfastStill might slide on a opp (it’s electric)Hatin’ didn’t work, so they lied (so they lied)These bitches lookin’ hurt and they fried (and they fried)I know they wouldn’t miss ’em if they died, tell ’em, “Move” (move)Move, new Chanel on my body, it’s a boostI’m so poppin’, I don’t ever gotta get introduced (‘duced)One thing I never call a bitch for is a truce (truce)Brand new chopper, can’t wait to put that bitch to use (use)
Oof (oof)Checks comin’ fast, I’m like swoosh (swoosh)Ooh (ooh)Give ’em to them straight, hundred proof (proof)I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (vu)It’s either that or I’m catchin’ body number two (gang, ooh)
This that block musicThis that drop location, drop a opp musicMan, this ain’t for them niggas in the house, this shit for Glock usersAnd don’t talk down on treacherous hoes who known to be a cock userThis that pill talk, gotta buss his head, he cut on opp musicWho said you gang? (Who?)Who said you can come around this bitch and hang? (Who? Who?)And I fucked your baby mama mama, and I ain’t say a thing (shh)They just came outside in 2020, pull up in that ’21I pick my side, switches, fullys, and I’ma die for 21 (Slaughter Gang)I got plenty cars, I hit plenty stars and didn’t cumI said it plenty times, I pay for bodies, I ain’t pay for noneYou think I’m finna leave my bitch for you? She fuck Future too?I know that Von hit her, she pulled up on my block in Jimmy Choos (Smurk)
Oof (oof)Checks comin’ fast, I’m like swoosh (swoosh)Ooh (ooh)Give ’em to them straight, hundred proof (proof)I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (vu)It’s either that or I’m catchin’ body number two
Pinky swear you ain’t scared when you heard Ye appearI’ma hop up out the bushes, me and Pusha kill ya manI’m just sayin’, now I start to get used to the pain‘Til one day I said, “Fuck it, ” brought my masseuse on the planeWhy you playin’? Reach in the gangLose a hand, where you stand?Where was Jay at, where was them at?Where you done that, where you live at?Another headline, where your hat at?Nigga, go home, where your kids at?They be on my nerve, they be on my nerve, mm-mmWhen we lost Virg’, I was on the verge, mm-mmI just hit the Louis store, I had to splurge, mm-mmWe just made a silent movie with no words, mhGuess who toppin’ now? UhGod got me now, uhGuess who at Balenciaga, guess who shoppin’ now? UhThey can’t stop me now, uh, I’ve been poppin’ out, uhCardi, where your sister at? I need Henny now, mm-mmI flew in and out, hundred fifty thou’, mm-mmNow, even when they shout, gotta shout me outSo ahead, go ahead, mm-mmNot even close, all of y’all is number two
Oof (oof)Checks comin’ fast, I’m like swoosh (swoosh)Ooh (ooh)Give ’em to them straight, hundred proof (proof)I thought I killed you hoes before, it must be déjà vu (vu)It’s either that or I’m catchin’ body number two
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