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letra de bronx season - cardi b

[intro]
oh, how you doing?
i’m alright
(laughs)

now how much times do i gotta prove these n-gg-s wrong?
and how much times i gotta show these b-tches i ain’t soft?
how many shoes i gotta sell out ‘fore you get the cost?
why they really tryna front like i ain’t hit detroit?
oh these girls, we doing deals from left and right
and i ain’t giving in until they get them numbers right
all these people think that this sh-t happen overnight
all that flexin’ they be doing
sh-t is all a hype
no tolerance for a hating b-tch
talking sh-t
only time i hold my tongue is when i’m sucking d-ck
so when i see you in the streets
yeah, it’s f-cking lit
and don’t be talking all that sorry sh-t
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 running down
it’s on sight
i throw my hands
i hit em’ left
i hit em’ right
[verse 1]
they sleeping on me just because i used to strip
but it’s all good cause now they wanna get up in my bip
blowing up my phone
saying everything i touch is lit
acting cool and wanna f-ck me
like they wasn’t talking sh-t
i let em’ live
let the shady motherf-ckers live
get them the price then it’s time to show em’ what it is
don’t got the bat?
then what you really tryna pitch?
don’t waste my time
i ain’t never been no average b-tch

[verse 2]
not to mention
i did my tour and that sh-t was winning
independent
the headline, oh
what a feeling
i thank the lord for all the blessings that he is given
i love the fans
they fill me up with the ammunition
i don’t really talk sh-t but now i gotta office
i don’t know why b-tches think we work in the same office
corny b-tches tryna keep up?
look exhausted
wear the white flag
girl, you might as well just forfeit

[verse 3]
my ex told me i was never gon’ be sh-t
lookie, lookie now
lookie now
n-gg- i’m that b-tch
what you thought?
yeah, you really lost
now you kinda sick
but i ain’t never need a n-gg-
i was always on my sh-t
i used to stare at magazines
on the train
looking at these models
like “i gotta be this one day”
f-ck around
got myself a name
now i’m getting paid
left the corny b-tches in the grave
now they throwing shade

[outro]

- cardi b

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